Yibo released his lips and bent down to stare at him. As if even, he could not believe it himself that it happened.
"Well, well," Zhan said in a pretend calm voice even though his whole being was melting like ice. "And you make the excuse that you want to keep me away from Meng Ziyi," he taunted, "when all along you wanted me for yourself."
Violent anger flickered Yibo's eyes at the taunt. And Zhan noticed they turned a shade bluer. Now he knew that the devil had blue eyes.
Zhan could feel his fingers tightening around his shoulders making him wince secretly. But that was only for a moment and was immediately replaced by a silly smile.
"You want me to be like you?" Yibo drawled. "You want to say we have the same views when it comes to sex? But you're wrong, Zhan. I chose wisely. I don't sleep around with promiscuous bitches. I don't intend to contract any disease."
What Yibo said seemed like a sharp knife cutting through his chest - cutting deep. But Zhan will jump off the lighthouse before showing this man how he feels.
Zhan twitched his mouth in a taunt smile. "Oh?" His eyes defiantly dropped down to Yibo's jeans where the evidence of his desire was undeniable. "In that case, tell that to your body, Mr. Wang. Because if it happens that I don't break free from you, maybe-" Zhan smiled derisively "— you will have been infected with what deceased I have with me."
Yibo pushed him violently and his back hit the doorknob. He felt the pain a little. His eyes focused on the anger on Yibo's face.
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