Anying wasn't stupid. The way Hanze spoke wasn't filled with emotions either so the youth knew better than to start working up his sleep addled head to think about the lifelessness in the older male's eyes.
' I am going to sleep first and then think about it tomorrow morning... Who knows it might all be a dream right? '.
So he thought. He brought his aching hand close to himself in pain and closed his eyes. Sleep took over immediately because it had been a long day.
....
The next morning was Monday.
6:27AM.
Obviously the day before was Sunday that was why anying's friends were found at home.
So now that it was Monday, they all had gone to work... Including Mrs Xiao Jing.
Meanwhile, in a square shaped room in one of the districts, the figure of Anying could be seen sprawled in the bed.
His aching hands were now above his head and he was lying straight facing the ceiling, with his hair scattered around the pillow and eyelashes dropping over his cheeks,
He looked tempting and fragile yet stubborn.
Anying's body suddenly moved as he stirred, with his lashes fluttering, the first thing he thought about was,
' where am I? '.
There was a stinging pain on his wrist and it felt as if needles were pricking his palm due to lack of blood circulation in it.
And secondly the lights in the room were offending his good night's sleep so that had him wondering how he even got a lightbulb in the first place.
' my soft bed... Mother, marriage!! '.
Everything clicked and he jolted sitting up on the bed abruptly which caused him pain on the now red wrists of his making him hiss hatefully.
And it was painful but the first thing he thought of after realizing his situation was the fact that the spot besides him on the bedsheets was empty... Well he didn't even notice the clothes on the bed.
' empty... '. He said internally.
Didn't that mean Hanze left to God knows where and he could leave?... He could go now before Hanze returned right?.
As far as he didn't get caught.
His initial plan was stay calm and wait for the chance to escape. And he was going to implement it still all over again since Hanze thought he was king Solomon.
Now if he could just check the door to see if it was locked.
He drews his legs from the bed to the ground with a painful hiss...
His niple was still hurting and his wrists too...
But he had to leave was it not?.
Well he had just gotten down from the bed when the clicking of the bathroom door opening cut his thoughts and movements short.
Hanze.
He was on a silky black bathrobe that had a v shaped neckline showing his broad chest.
The water dripping along it didn't help either, and the hair splayed around him unwet like a waterfall of black ink also gave him a soft vibe.
Soft... Scratch that.
The sight of him aroused anying's curiosity and interest yet the sight of him too doused the budding excitement Anying felt.
All hope of his plummeted further.
' right... ' he thought ' how can I just think he'd leave me with the door open unbinded? '.
He dejectedly climbed back into the bed and sat facing Hanze who despite of all anying's cahoots, stood still with his signature cold face close to the bathroom and continued staring at him...
As if expecting something or was it anying's blurry sight?.
But Anying didn't put that in his eyes no... He was dejectedly chewing his lips....
And since he had no chance to escape now...
He looked at his wrist.
Maybe he could just ask Hanze to loose it...
So he raised his head and requested slowly.
"Please help me... Loosen these ropes.".
And wether Hanze heard it or not Anying knew not because the guy just continued staring at him blankly without the single intentions of averting his gaze.
And it was getting penetrative every minute making Anying wondering what he did.. rather, what he would do to get his hands loose.
After all he would have a higher chance of escaping with free hands... And he didn't know if hanze had thought about loosening his hands yet.
' why is he even staring at me?... '. He wondered.
He averted his own gaze and began poundering..
Seconds turned into minutes and he finally got an idea...
But no...
He couldn't do it...
He came up with a theory and made a conclusion that Hanze was probably waiting to be kissed by him first thing in the morning.....
But didn't that also mean he had to do it everyday?, And by doing it everyday didn't it mean Hanze would get used to it and refuse to let him leave?.
He could already feel his own will getting weak and he couldn't afford to weaken it any further.
No. But...
He couldn't just sit there and wait for Hanze to turn into a saint...
So he got down from the bed with a silent hiss and took bold yet slow steps towards the older male who still had his eyes on him.
He still had a little confidence left but as he was three steps away from Hanze, his own body chilled down and his haughtiness disappeared.
He ended up ditching what he initially wanted to do... He couldn't just do it.
Throwing his pride away like that .
Noooooooo....
So, he ended up lowering his head, thereby averting his gaze.
"My hands would bleed, please set them free...". He said, this time slowly yet watched in horror,
As Hanze walked past him without a single intention of heeding his request..it was tragic..
Anying turned around with pursed lips. Hanze sat on the bed and began wiping his face elegantly with the towel he was holding, totally ignoring his presence.
It made Anying flare up internally.
' .And to think I even added please yet he dared ignore a prince like me!. Propesterous!. unforgivable! '.