Yibo blinked as he couldn't believe that Zhan was really there, and he felt so relaxed and glad that for once he thought that he might be dreaming, but soon he realized that he was not dreaming when his cheeks were gently pulled by Zhan.

"Did you miss me?" Zhan asked.

Yibo nodded, and then Zhan used his other hand and pinched both of his cheeks with both of his hands. this time he applied a little force and said, "Then why did you not call me? I gave you my phone number to call me when you miss me."

Instead of frowning, Yibo smiled as he moved back and said, "Did you not miss me?"

"I did."

"Then you could have called me too," Yibo replied, and Zhan nodded. "You have a point, though. But I did come to meet you, right?"

Yibo's face brightened. "You came to meet me?"

"Do you see anyone else standing around us?"

"No."

"Where were you going?"

"I was going home, and I wanted to walk; will you join me?"

Zhan had wanted to ask Yibo to come to his car so he could drive him, but when Yibo asked him so sweetly to join him, there was no way that Zhan could say no, so he nodded as he started to walk with Yibo.

It was nighttime, and the roads were mostly quiet and empty. If his parents found out what he was doing, he would hear it to no end, because walking without security and a bodyguard was really dangerous, but right now nothing seemed more important than talking and spending time with this guy.

"How was your day?" Zhan asked.

Yibo looked at him, and he did not answer immediately; it took him some time before he said, "Um... it was usual, I worked and I focused on my programs and then my manager asked to make some reports and presentations for him and then I ate some fruits before I got back to work."

The calm and gentle expression was still on his face; however, there appeared a slight coldness when he heard that and asked, "Your manager has asked you to do his work?"

Yibo nodded. "My manager is Callum, and he is the close friend of my stepbrother, Steve, so he got to be the manager. He often praised my work and asked me to do some things for him because I do it better so that he won't be scolded."

"Oh... and you don't say no?"

"Um... I am having been doing this since high school, so I am okay."

"Since high school?" Zhan asked. "Meaning?"

"My brother, cousin, and Callum went to the same high school and they often asked me to do their assignments and projects"

"And you would do it for them?" Zhan inquired.

"They were busy with their football practices, and my mother said that it was better to help them. And I didn't have many friends so I used to be alone most of the time, so I helped them."

"I see. Your father... are you close to him?"

Yibo smiled. "My father is really close to me, and he really loves me. My father and my mother separated when I was fourteen, and I lived with my mom but I often met my father."

"Oh, why did they divorce?"

"I don't know, they always used to argue and it was mostly about me..." Yibo mumbled.

"About you?" Zhan spoke, and then he saw that this topic was making him sad so he stopped However, Yibo spoke again, "It was because I am stupid, so my mom often used to scold me and my dad and her would fight over me."

"You are not dumb."

"My dad says the same thing."

"Well, he said the right thing," Zhan said as the two talked and it was mostly Yibo talking about himself because Zhan was asking him questions Zhan could see that Yibo liked talking about himself, and Zhan also figured out that since Yibo never really had any friends or good people around him, he very rarely talked about himself so deeply.

Yibo was a chatterbox, and Zhan loved listening to him. He had a great interest in coding, and he also had a great interest in history.

However, while Yibo talked, he also shared the information that made Zhan's blood boil but didn't let it show on his face. There were so many things that were wrong, and Yibo thought that they were okay.

"By the way, Yibo, you still didn't tell me why you did not call me when you missed me," Zhan asked.

Yibo smiled sheepishly and said, "Um, I thought that you might be busy and you might get angry at me for disturbing you, and I was a little afraid that you and your brothers would once again beat me for disturbing you." While Yibo chuckled, Zhan stopped dead in his tracks, and Yibo stopped as well. He turned around, and when he saw Zhan's expression, he felt a little nervous.

"What happened, Zhan?" he asked as he looked at Zhan, whose smile was gone. His face became cold, and the air around him became chilly.

Yibo gulped as he said, "I...I am sorry if I made you angry... I am really..."

"That's enough," Zhan said, and Yibo stopped speaking and just looked down. Zhan walked closer to him and gently kept his hand over Yibo's cheek and the other hand over Yibo's shoulder. He made Yibo look at him, and when Yibo saw the gentleness in his eyes, he relaxed.

"I am sorry." Zhan said, "And I think I am going to be sorry for life for laying hands on you. Yibo, I promise you, I would rather cut off my hands than ever raise my hand on you again."

"Why would you do that? Your hands are precious; you shouldn't do that for something so small."

"Something so small?" Zhan said, "I think that trying to harm a rare precious gem like you is a crime."

Yibo looked down again because he felt shy. "I... am not precious."

"You are... you just don't realize, and Yibo... you know I don't like people who don't realize the value of treasure. I hope that you realize your value."

~~

"Oh, we are at my apartment," Yibo said.

Zhan looked at the building before him and nodded. "I will go then."

"You can come in." Yibo asked; he felt sad that they had to part, and Zhan shook his head and said, "Some other day."

Yibo nodded before he said, "Will we meet again?"

"I told you that I am just a call away, if you call me then I am going to come to you."

"What if you are busy."

"I am never busy for you." Zhan spoke, it was him trying to flirt but of course, Yibo did not get it so he smiled, "Okay then. By the way Zhan..."

"Hm..."

"Are we friends?"

Zhan sighed and said, "Nope, we are not friends."