MY ONE & ONLY OPTION ( Wangxian Rom-com)(COMPLETED)

Chapter-10

“Seriously.” Lanzhan nodded. “You were, by far, the best assistant I ever had. You never bothered me with the menial shit. You handled it on your own. I never had to ride you to get things done, either. In fact, if I recall correctly, you were reminding me of the things I needed to get done."

Weiying chuckled. “Yeah, that’s true. You’re a smart guy, but your memory isn’t worth a damn.”

“Probably from the four concussions my dad gave me.”

Weiying’s laugh cut off suddenly, his eyes widening as he looked at him. “Shit, Lanzhan. I’m sorry. I didn’t even think—”

Lanzhan shook his head before he looked over at his. “No, don’t do that shit to me, weiying. I don’t need you...tiptoeing around me because you know my dad liked to kick the crap out of me when he’d get pissed off. I told you. I’ve dealt with it. I’m over it.” He let out a wry chuckle. “I don’t know, maybe it’s fucked up, but Xichen and I joke about it as a...a coping mechanism. So, if that bothers you, I’m sorry and I won’t do that in front of you.”

Weiying leaned closer to him. “No, no, it’s fine. I just—I didn’t want to be insensitive. This is...it’s kind of a lot.” he puffed out a breath of air. “It’s not what I was expecting about your dad at all.”

Lanzhan let out a bitter noise. “You can understand why I don’t tell people, then.” He looked over at his. “Uncle—and my stepfather, even—have been more like a father to me than Mr lan ever was. They’re the ones who encouraged me, who pushed me to go for my dreams and helped me along. Mr.Lan ? He’s dead to me.”

“I’m glad you had them, then.” Weiying reached out and rested his hand on his forearm. he could feel the warmth of his skin beneath his palm, and the fine hairs covering his arm. Lanzhan glanced down at his hand before he met his gaze. “I’m sorry all of that happened to you. I’m glad you got away from it.”

Lanzhan dropped his eyes to his hand, which was still resting on his arm. Then he reached over and tentatively let his fingers brush against the back of his hand. He looked up at his and found his wide blue eyes studying him. His breath caught in his throat at the intensity of his gaze.

Then Weiying looked away and cleared his throat. He reached for the glass of bourbon on the coffee table and drank it down. Then he looked back over at him with a small smile.

“It’s after five a.m.,” he drawled. “Should we abandon sleep, or give it another shot?”

Lanzhan looked at the clock on the wall and exhaled deeply. “Well, after all the shit I just unloaded, I don’t think I’m gonna get any sleep. You?”

“Probably not.”

Lanzhan leaned forward and grabbed the remote. “Five hundred fucking channels, and the only thing on at five a.m. is god-damn infomercials.”

Weiying cracked a grin. “Maybe it’ll bore us to sleep, then.”

They settled against the couch to watch TV, or maybe to watch the sunrise. Weiying wasn’t certain. All that he knew was that sitting there, in that apartment, with Lanzhan, felt...nice. Comfortable. Like something he could get used to.

That thought was both comforting, and terrifying.

Lanzhan awoke to the distant sound of an alarm beeping. He opened his eyes slowly, frowning at the daylight pouring in through the open living room windows. Then he looked down and found Weiying sleeping in his lap.