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

Chapter-10

He suddenly recalled the previous night. He had woken up and found himself unable to go back to sleep. Then he had heard what could have only been Weiying moving around in the living room. He’d found him there. He’d told him about his dad. Then they fell asleep on the couch together. And apparently, he’d ended up on his lap.

Lanzhan studied him for a moment. his hair was a tangled mane falling across his face and tickling his arm, which was resting on his side. The sunlight cast the shadows of his thick lashes in the hollows of his eyes. his full lips were slightly parted, and he was snoring quietly.

Bathed in sunlight, he was beautiful. Maybe he always had been, and he’d just never noticed. But he was. And Lanzhan realized that more and more each day he spent with him.

And that could be a problem. This—their marriage—was supposed to be business. He wasn’t supposed to find him beautiful. He wasn’t supposed to be attracted to him, not even a little bit. But Lanzhan would be lying to himself if he said the tent in his sweatpants was just morning wood.

Fuck, get a grip, he reprimanded himself. You can’t think like this about his. You can’t. You cannot fucking fall in love with him.

So instead, Lanzhan shifted himself, cradling his head, until he was able to stand up and lay his head gently on the couch. Weiying didn’t even twitch. Lanzhan turned away and tucked himself into the waistband of his sweats before he went into his bedroom and turned off the alarm. Then he went back into the living room. He moved to the foot of the couch and carefully grabbed his ankle, shaking it gently.

Weiying woke up with a start, pushing himself up onto his elbow. He looked up at Lanzhan, his eyes wide. “I didn’t oversleep again, did I?”

Lanzhan looked at the clock on the wall. It was just after seven a.m. “Nope, not today. We did, however, pass out during the middle of a commercial with some old guy telling us this little magic pill gave him his libido back.”

his nose crinkled as he sat up the rest of the way and stretched. “I’m glad I don’t remember that at all.”

“I wish I was so lucky.” Lanzhan turned and started for the kitchen. “I’ll put on some coffee. You can take a shower first. Thise’s uh, extra towels in the linen closet.” He pointed. “And you like your eggs over easy, right?”

Weiying gave him a surprised look. “Very good. Maybe we aren’t fucked after all.”

“Maybe not.” He shot his a grin. “How do I like my eggs?”

“Scrambled or fried, or in an omelet. Runny yolks freak you out.”

He winked at him. “Very good.”

Weiying got off of the couch and went into the guest room. he found his final change of clean clothes—the nice blouse, slacks, and cardigan he had packed specifically for this interview, which meant that maybe he knew all along that he would spend last night hise—and his bag of toiletries before he ducked into the bathroom.

he relieved his bladder before he brushed his hair and stripped, folding his dirty clothes into a neat pile on the top of the closed laundry basket. Then he turned towards the shower and inspected the fixtures, and realized that Lanzhan’s shower was way fancier than anything he had ever experienced. he didn’t even want to try to turn it on, in case he broke it.