Now he felt like a housewife with a spoilt husband... This man was giving him endless headaches... He walked up to Hanze, slid his hands into the taller man's hair and pulled him down...
Then he pressed his soft lips on Hanze's thin ones...
"Hm...". He gasped out as he tasted the sweet, soft lips.. "mm..".
Hanze even opened his mouth for him to have access to and oh, it was marvelous. Anying poked his tongue in and pulled Hanze's head to deepen the kiss.
Then he bit the older man's lips , and began sucking his tongue like candy... Ah, guess he did enough for the man to turn sane...
That's.... If what Xiajie and Raphael said where true about him being the reason hanze hadn't blown up the earth... Ugh- such exaggeration -then wasn't it because of his presence and physical contact?.
What Did that even have to so with Hanze being evil?. Well, he kissed the man that day when he wanted to reap their souls and it worked so... - well ho, ho, ho... Seems like hanze suddenly had his fill ...
Cause he pushed Anying hard making the youth stagger and immediately turned around with a dark face that scared Anying badly.
He literally landed on the sofa due to the force of Hanze's shove. "Ah!.". He yelped as his poor nose made an impact with the arm.
Now it was red... He got up, with a defeated sigh and followed Hanze's back... Guess he didn't have a choice... Even his Goodwill was met with such brute force.
Couldn't Hanze just say he did need it or what the heck was wrong with him?. Infact, if he told everyone that he couldn't attend the meeting, who would scold him anyway?.
Now he was transferring the aggression on the poor male. [*Hiss*].
"...".
Hanze opened the door and closed it on his face with a thud.
* Bang!*
.- now that was childish -.
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Anying winced. Well, he opened the door and followed out then headed towards the living room with the same cold silence Hanze seemed to love...
[" In my defense, I love the screams of my victims. It's rythmic."]-- Hanze *.
[ is that normal? --]?.]. -- Author.
[Hanze][hm... Well, Your sadistically abnormal heart created me.].
[Author ~[ Angry* angry!*!chair flip!.]
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The living room remained the same as they stepped in. Anying quietly followed behind Hanze as he sat in the far end that could overlook both of the sides.
' I should sit on his legs '. He thought swallowing every hard earned saliva he had...
He wanted to do that so he could keep an eye on Hanze... You know, there would be a lot of physical contacts...
But as he neared Hanze with a bleak face, he was stopped harshly. "You can sit beside me. 6 inches away.".
Anying raised his head to stare at Hanze's face. The man wasn't looking at him but.... He would obey netherless.
' I tried my best '. He sighed internally and went to sit on Hanze's left hand side.
He began waiting... Counting the seconds that ticked by...
' the room is already this unbearable to breathe with only Hanze here... What would happen if we're all complete? '. He couldn't help wondering.
The sound of footsteps soon drew his attention... But the door didn't lock or... There was no knocking...
Very soon, a rarely serious and nervous pink haired appeared, followed by a blank faced xiajie.
"Good morning my Lord.". Xiajie greeted. Bowing 360° as he greeted Hanze. And all the latter gave was a hum...
He was resting his right hand on his hair with dropping eyes.... He looked irresistible but rude...
"Good morning brother....". xueCheng greeted too, bowing.
' huh? '. What was happening. Anying looked between them, thinking.
"Hm.". Hanze replied. They went to sit after that... No greetings to Anying... They weren't being clingy or lovey dovey.
And if it wasn't for the fact that xueCheng called Hanze brother... Their interaction and current atmosphere would make it seem like they were strangers about to be killed.
' what exactly is happening? '.