Opening his eyes, the bright sun was shining the room. Only to squint them to adjust with the new day.

"The fucking morning is fuckin* Killin* me. The fuck! Like, I have plastic eyes, Holly Zhan. Please watch your mouth." Lazily Zhan spoke and scolded his stupid morning behavior before noticing that his side was very cold. "Guess I woke up late already."

Sigh.

Dragging his body to sit for a moment he felt whole tiredness in the world swallowing him. He couldn't even stretch his body. Feeling his thighs arching badly, his neck shouting for ice blocks and not cubes. Maybe his back could need a cold water splashed.

"To be bottom is freaking killing!" Sighing. "CRAWLING DAY!"

"Good morning Xiang gē!!!" He almost jumped fell off his bed if not for yibo's high pitched voice echo the room. "How was your sleep?" Asks yibo placing a tray of food.

"Morning too. It was good. Because of someone. Drove me uncountable rounds and now feel like every bone inside me is cracking lose." Trying to stretch followed by a hiss. "Mmphh...

"A morning one." They shared a morning one, as yibo broke it first.

"I like that." Peeking over the tray. "I'm hungry. Suddenly..." Pouting.

"Don't worry, because I made sure that, your stomach holds the food you eat."

"I don't want spicy food. Take it away." The last came as a whisper. "I don't think I can handle them."

"Then you won't have to eat the chicken. I'll eat it. But later I promise to have you some soup. Okay?" Taking the bowl of porridge.

"Mmhh...it's good. Who made it?" Asks still moaning, nodding in pleasure.

"Me." Feeding him more.

"You??" And only thumbs up, Zhan gives yibo. "I like it." Smiling, asking for yibo to feed him continuously.

"Really? So I should make you more in the future." Blushing mess.

"Till I grow old." Smiling more when saying this. And his eyes dig yibo's face a hole. 'this boy is too much for me to handle.' "I love you little yibo." Smiling.

"Me too Xiang gē! Time to bath!! I love you!" Shouts from the bathroom. As Zhan slowly heads over the room to prepare himself.

Mr Xiang was sitting over a private like, hospital, patiently, not minding over the swivel chair, taking himself as a boss. Just seconds after, the door opened.

"If this private hospital doesn't suit you just tell me. I won't hesitate firing you so I can have another man as my puppet. Tell me that brat's move." Snorts Mr Xiang.

"Sir. Frantically, he had travelled back to Beijing and currently has plans to welcome Zhan over the white house. He needs to see him." Answers the guy

"I trust you because you are the president's right hand man. Meaning you know every and each of his moves. Right?" The guy nods. "Okay. Another point. How about that rag, did he call you for his medicine?"

"I got no even his messages." Answers the guy. This statement made Mr Xiang fringe in anger and detest.

"I keep thinking if that boy is the one giving him horns to straighten with. Angrily he terrifies me when he doesn't respond to my calls. The number doesn't exist." Looking at the guy. "Do I need to explain?"

"Find his number." Answered the guy.

Having no receiving of weird phone calls, messages, it felt too good for Zhan that he did a great decision to have a new number.

"Yibo shake your bum bum!" Screams Cheng as the others burst into laughter. "Twinkle fingers(index and thumb)" rolling his eyes. "Why aren't you responding? Bat your arms!!(the way rosters, ducks bat their wings)." That's it! Yibo runs over Cheng strangling his neck lazily slapping his forehead.

"Some more, anha!! More, more! Anha." Jokes yibo.

"Spare me! Was just kidding!" Securing his forehead. "I'm sorry!! Master!!" Cheng shouted his all. While Zhan kept thinking that his yibo has become a bit devilishly today. But his laughing guts couldn't pause as he kept laughing looking at their direction.

"Feels good to laugh. Isn't it?" Whispers Lulu.

"Indeed. And..

"I don't dwell on pasts at all! So, keep that for yourself." Gesturing with her hand. "Are you okay? Did you go for the results?"

"Not yet. Didn't get a call from the hospital." Smiling still looking at Yibo.

"Everything is going to be fine."

"I hope so too?" But his face darkens seeing something.

"Yibo, did you have a check on what I asked you?"

"Mm." His face already blushing.

"Or did you see more than that?" Smirking.

"What a dog!" Snarls yibo. "Anyway, it's a small scar on his chest. Fading a bit."

"Then that's enough to fill my curiosity."

"Your insist they are related?!" Trying to lowers his voice for no one to hear, moving more nearer Su she. "That, they are...

"That's it. The rest, leave it to me." Signaling him to go back from their weird position and place. "Maybe I should always say my last wishes before someone graves me without a funeral." Seeing zhan's aura, yibo smiles sheepishly while Su she runs towards the far end for his soul.

"What were you doing with him?" Sounding stupid but he can't stop feeling jealous and overprotective. Who can ruin his blissful and beautiful day?

"Instead of pouting unconditionally. Rather you gather all your sanity for the visit after we complete here." Nudging his ribs making Zhan Yelp not avoiding the blush that crawls his face.

"Rude!!" His voice acts differently as he whine. Making yibo scratch a laugh before turning to a laughter.

"Gruesome, anha!!" Laughing more.

If you rise, I rise,
Anh!

If you die, I die,
Anh!

Shake your bum bum,
Anh!

Twinkle fingers!
Anh!

Bat your arms.
Anh!

"Come for the judging. Contestants!"

Feeling themselves more proud with the judges scheming, hearing their positions so far, yibo dragged Zhan over the secluded place before giving a long smooch.

"Hallah five!" Raising his palm Zhan willingly responds. "Okay. I want us to go somewhere for a cleaning. The place has been very dirty not wanting to waste money, we should replace the cleaners. After all, you are the one who dirtied the place, so it's no big deal." Chuckling.

"Where?"

"You'll know soon." Hailing a cab, the two leave. It's a quiet, undisturbed journey. The two sat lovely their hands interlinked but yibo's other hand played shameless on Zhan thighs.

"Mngh...yibo. stop thi-s." Shocked Zhan cups yibo's hands.

"You like it? Ticklish?" Brushing his knuckles over the hill part. (Crotch)

"St-op." Between his teeth, he groans, looking at the driver who doesn't give a damn about them. Facing yibo he meets with wet lips attaching to his, soon feeling the hot gash of air from yibo's mouth, Zhan takes that as a permission as he sticks his tongue inside to explore more what the carven stores.

"I think this is the place!" Announces the driver startling the two making them feel awkward. "Shameless birds! What were you doing in my car!!" Seeing the storm coming yibo tries to open the door while Zhan held the man's hand before he could throw them a newspaper he just caught.

"Hurry Xiang gē! Out!!" Yibo pulls him by hand slamming the door running inside leaving the man throwing them curses behind.

"That was fast!" Panting while chuckling Zhan exclaims

"You are right. But I liked how the man got angry. Feels good to tease other people too." And both laugh together.

"But where is this elevator going to!" Asks Zhan after composure.

"Oh! Almost forgot. I'm gonnah cover your eyes. You can't see what it isn't mean to be seen. So you will cover your eyes."

"Why me?" Touching the white cloth on his eyes.

"Because it is. I know you can see but not as how it is meant." Smiling and Zhan caught the stretching of mouth.

"You smiled now." And yibo nods. "Okay." Plainly he accepts everything. Sensing the door opening, Zhan follows behind but something caught his guts as he too heard yibo gasping then coughing a bit while he, took his palm over his nose. "This is...yibo, what is this place. I can't tolerate. This is blood stench!" Wanting to remove the cover.

"You do that! I refuse chatting with you!" Threatens yibo.

"O-okay." Trying not to vomit.

"Hold this. It's a cleaning rag. Use your sixth sense to dust away dirty while I clean the floor. Don't take off!"

"S-sure." Stutters again. He doesn't feel like talking like he feels the stench will air inside his mouth.

Then it was silent. Zhan, having gestures like a blind person. He will search for a table then clean. If it's a cabinet, slow steps and his palm will do his job. While to yibo, felt like dying, because the room was dirty with blood clot on the floor. The house was dirty, and their noses had to suffer a lot.

"Yibo!! Yibo!!" Shouts Zhan and hurriedly he ran to where he is, kneeling beside him.

"Okay! It's your formal apartment. Zhan! We need to make it clean. Then we...

"What are we do-ing here! Jus-t wh-wait, why here!!" Clutching tight on yibo's arm, closing his eyes. "No...

"As long as you can take a step from this horrible trauma. I'm willing to bring you everyday. Face it Zhan."

"No no-ahh... Please..." Closing his eyes more tight to avoid the bitter memory.

"Time to clean. Now hurry up!!" Standing up his arm too gets to be caught by Zhan. "What?!" Raising a brow.

"Tie me again." Taking a deep breath, lowly Zhan speaks though currently his body is in earthquake. "You can go now. I'll keep on cleaning" saying so, he started and slowly walking over other places without even making a mistake or even tripping himself.

"Maybe it was a good decision."

After the heavy sex, yibo woke up early morning to be met with dark eyes of Ji li and Zanilla. Smiling at them, yibo didn't have to explain all the details to them, if not for his blushing face.

"I want to visit zhan's apartment....Doctor Ji li said you have the keys. The room hasn't been visited since then." The two of them looked at each other before turning to yibo.

"That won't help."

"Because I asked for it. I'm sure it will help and will be a good idea." His face determined.

"But, still. We can't guarantee anything." Zanilla felt no good in this decision but yibo insisted.

"Back me up. Because if you get a text from me, doctor Ji li! Know everything is fine. Also it's a part of a psychologist advice. So, let's hope it helps." Nodding.

"Make sure you text us." Spoke Zanilla.

"Mm."

Laughing at his mind, yibo did send them a message, concerning Zhan and him who was fine all along, still breathing.