Wild Creatures

Chapter 11

"Xiongzhang usually spends his Saturday afternoons at his boyfriend's place. We should be in and out without having to meet him." Lan Zhan explained.

"Omg...and you!" Wei Ying playfully smacked his arm lightly. "If I had collapsed of a heart attack, it would totally be your fault."

"And yet, here we are." Lan Zhan replied drily. But he was smiling.

Wei Ying was too busy looking at everything as they entered the foyer. There was a security guard standing to one side and a concierge behind a desk.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Lan." He nodded at Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan was going to walk past, but then he must have thought of something and backtracked to the man, who stood to attention.

"I would appreciate it if nothing was mentioned to my brother about my visit today." He slipped a hundred dollar bill across the counter.

"Of course, Mr. Lan. I have a bad memory...it seems." He winked at Lan Zhan.

Wei Ying was right there.

Right there.

Where this shameless flirting was going on!

He scowled and glared at the young man, who had dared to wink at his Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan walked up to the elevators and entered as soon as the doors opened. He did not even have to say anything to the bellboy in the lift as it travelled up to the right floor...however, he was too aware of what Wei Ying was feeling.

Lan Zhan wrinkled his nose in distaste once more as the smell of Wei Ying's blood only got stronger.

"What is it?" He asked Wei Ying.

Wei Ying was in no mood to talk when he was one half of the guilty party.

So he remained completely silent, all the way up.

Lan Zhan walked out from that small confined space to the second door of three on this massive floor, glancing at him now and again, but he couldn't fathom what had put Wei Ying in such a foul mood.

He could smell something...was it anger?

He had never smelled anything like it before and was at a loss to explain what it could be. The closest emotion he could compare it to was anger...but no...his instincts were telling him that wasn't correct either.

They were still holding hands...so that was something.

Lan Zhan typed the security code into his apartment and entered.

Wei Ying followed behind, his curiosity getting the better of him.

This was where Lan Zhan lived.

The door to his apartment opened up into a huge foyer. All white marble with platinum trim. There was a white stool in the centre of open room, directly under a huge circular skylight. On top of the stool was a vase of blue gentian flowers, the only colour in that otherwise spotless place.

Wei Ying was already feeling self-conscious by simply being there, afraid his shoes were going to leave messy footprints. He paused, unwilling to go further inside with his shoes still on.

Lan Zhan saw him looking and pressed a hidden button; a shoe rack slotted into the wall opened up and they were able to put their shoes away.

Wei Ying looked at both of their attire...feeling out of place.

Lan Zhan was wearing a pair of his joggers which were obviously too short on him, and a ratty old t-shirt with a yellow pokemon gasping, under a grey hoodie. Wei Ying was all in black.