"Don't look so stricken, Zhan," Yibo teased, his lips curving even as blood stained them. "What kind of partner would I be if I let you get skewered like that? Besides-" his eyes gleamed faintly with mirth, "you look quite handsome when you're angry." "You-!" Zhan's words tangled, fury and fear and something else he couldn't name surging all at once. Yibo tilted his head, smirking despite his wounds. "Ah, I see. You really were worried about me." "Shut up!" Zhan barked, though his grip only tightened, his thumb trembling against Yibo's bloodied shoulder. Playlist on YT : --------- Hi, this is AoKyupi and I'm new at writting fanfiction. English is not my mother tongue , you may find so much grammatical errors but I hope you enjoy my work 😊 This is a fanfiction. Any resemblance to actual person or actual events is coincidental. None allowed to reproduced this story in any kind of forms without author's written permission. Best Regards AoKyupi
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