Lee Feng grabbed the wallet; the boy had left on the dresser. He quickly snapped a picture of the ID and returned the wallet. He sent the picture to his secretary with a short message, 'I need a file on him.'
Zooming the picture Lee Feng learned that, the boy was born in 1993, so he was indeed in his early twenties, to be exact twenty-four years old. And his name was Wei Cheng. Lee Feng listened to Wei Cheng shower, he couldn't help but remember the bruises he had seen on the boy's arms. How could a man be so fragile, with such pale skin? An image of Wei Cheng appeared in his mind; water running down his naked pale skin which were covered with bruises and his neck had bite marks; signs of a long night of passion. He pictured Wei Cheng blushing; his ears and his neck turning red too and letting his lover do whatever he wanted.
As struck by lightning, Lee Feng remembered those bite marks and bruises weren't made by him, they were left behind by someone else. Unconsciously, Lee Feng clenched his fists in anger. He felt as if someone had held his possession, his possession? Was he jealous? Why was he feeling so much over a boy whom he had met only a few hours ago and haven't had more few sentences exchanged between them?
Lee Feng stomped off to the dining room and unpacked the breakfast his secretary had brought earlier, he grabbed a croissant and sipped another cup of tea, as he went over his files for the day.
After thirty minutes, Lee Feng heard a movement. It was Wei Cheng, he was in the clothes his secretary had brought. The sleeves were bit longer and the pants were loose, but he had rolled up the sleeves and had his hands-on waist holding the pants. Probably fearing the pants would fall. Looks like his secretary didn't get the size right, hell, in the streetlight, it was surprise she had gotten anything fitting. Lee Feng waved the boy to take a seat, who obediently sat but he moved around a bit as if he was uncomfortable.
Lee Feng couldn't help but wonder, what the boy must have had done last night before meeting him. He watched Wei Cheng grab a croissant and munch on it after smearing a thick layer of cheese. His hand reached for the coffee cup, his secretary had brought but Lee Feng stopped him. Lee Feng got some orange juice from the fridge,
'Drink this,' Wei Cheng stared at him before grabbing the glass and gulping it down. Clearly, the boy looked hungry.
'So? Do I leave now?'
'If you want to,' replied Lee Feng.
'One more croissant and I am leaving.' Wei Cheng took a huge bite and just as Lee Feng had predicted, Wei Cheng chocked on it. Lee Feng's feet rushed him to Wei Cheng's side. Lee Feng quickly thumped Wei Cheng's back and gave him the orange juice to wash down the dry croissant.
'Don't die here.' He felt Wei Cheng tense up underneath his palm.
The boy stood up suddenly, the chair falling over and moved away from Lee Feng. For some reason Lee Feng, he didn't like Wei Cheng running away from him. No, he didn't like it at all.
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