Lanzhan finds himself in need of an Omega when his Nie Country visa application is denied and he's threatened with deportation. His quiet assistant, Weiying, just so happens to have dual citizenship. The problem? Making sure their romance is believa...
Weiying looked up at him. Oh, what the hell? he thought. He grimaced.
“It seems your brother and Meng Yao took some... liberties ...with my pajamas,” he said grimly. “Are you sure they, ah, were unaware of your feelings for me?”
Realization dawned on Lanzhan’s face as he realized what must have been in the suitcase. Color darkened his cheeks again.
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” he said.
“My thoughts exactly,” Weiying remarked dryly. he rifled through the suitcase’s contents. “Hopefully there's something decent in here…”
He found a set of navy silk pajamas trimmed in lace, a pair of shorts and a matching tank top. He balled them up in his hands, feeling a little embarrassed now. It was silly, really. Lanzhan would want to see him in something like that (hell, he’d probably been wanting to see him in something like that for weeks).
“Bathroom’s right there,” Lanzhan said, pointing to a door behind him.
“Thanks.”
Weiying ducked into the bathroom and turned on the light before he shut the door behind him. He let out a breath as he crossed to the set of double sinks beneath the wide mirror and looked at his reflection.
“You can do this, Weiying,” he told himself, keeping his voice low. “It’s not any different than it was before.” But that, of course, was a lie. Everything was different now. “So just put on your pajamas and go get in bed with your husband,” he exhaled. “My husband.”
He forced himself to change into the pajamas, ignoring the way he felt oddly exposed. Weiying chose to leave his hair down, suddenly caring a lot more about how he looked than he had before. He pinched his cheeks to add some color to them before he padded back out into the bedroom.
Lanzhan was already dressed and in bed, scrolling on his phone. He looked up at him when he came out, his eyes widening as they trailed up him body to him face. Weiying blushed, fingering the lace hem on the shorts that exposed most of his legs.
“Wow,” Lanzhan breathed. “You are so beautiful.”
his blush deepened as he crossed over to the bed and slipped beneath the duvet.
“Is this what I can expect from you from now on?” he asked him shyly.
The corner of his lips quirked up. “What, as if I haven’t been complimenting you for weeks. And just so you know, I meant every single one of them.”
Weiying pulled the duvet up over him face. “Oh my god, stop. You’re too sweet.”
Lanzhan reached over and tugged the blanket down, pressing a kiss to him lips. “I can’t help it. You make it too easy.”
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