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Guy's, I am so sorry I have something to take care of during the weekends, so I can't update until Monday. See you then... Loves you always. 😘
Yibo didn't say a word. He lowered his head slowly while Zhan smiled and tugged at his long nose playfully. Yibo pouted and turned his face away. Zhan reached into his car, took the shopping bag, locked the door, and gently grabbed Yibo's hand as they headed toward the house entrance. Using his key, he opened the door and stepped inside, Yibo quietly following behind him.
The air inside the sitting room smelled fresh and clean, scented by air freshener. Apart from that, nothing stirred. The place was filled with brand-new furniture, looking untouched, as though no one had ever lived there before. Everything was pristine. Still holding Yibo's hand, Zhan led him to the center of the room and set down the bag. Noticing that Yibo still refused to raise his head, Zhan leaned closer and whispered near his ear, "Aren't you going to take a look at your own house, lil bro?"
Yibo remained silent.
Zhan gently lifted his chin and looked at him. "Yibo," he said softly.
Yibo didn't respond but stared at him quietly. Zhan wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye with a finger, still smiling. Then he took his hand and led him upstairs. Opening a door, he gestured inside and said, "Your room."
Yibo stood at the doorway, taking in the room in silence. Zhan gently nudged him inside. Yibo closed his eyes briefly and opened them again, letting the comforting scent of the room wash over him.
I won't even start on how expensive the foreign furniture was that Quentin bought for his son. That room was dripping with wealth...like governor-level spending, honestly.
Seeing Yibo couldn't say anything, Zhan turned and left the room. Yibo wandered through the large bedroom, his eyes scanning everything until new tears welled up—not from sadness this time, but from happiness and gratitude for what his father had done for him. Quietly, he walked toward a door he spotted inside the room, opened it slowly, and found a huge bathroom. He lowered his gaze and turned back out.
He opened the wall-to-wall wardrobe and found it stocked with his neatly folded clothes, sleepwear, and even innerwear. He shut the wardrobe and moved to the vanity. The mirror was lined with every type of cologne and lotion he used, along with hair cream.
Eventually, Yibo stood up and was about to change his clothes when he glanced toward the bedroom door. He frowned slightly, walked over, locked it, then returned and undresse before heading into the bathroom. Everything he needed was already there....from sponge and soap to his brand of shower gel, toothpaste, toothbrush, and even a washing machine. Quentin had clearly spared no effort for his comfort.
Yibo ran a hot bath in the tub, washed up thoroughly, used mouthwash, then dried off with a brand-new towel before stepping out.
He didn't linger long at the mirror. After a quick grooming session, he pulled out sleepwear, dressed, and got into bed, wrapping himself in the soft duvet. He already suspected that Zhan's strange behavior and nervous energy all day were signs he wanted to have fun with him tonight. So Yibo decided to play dead...asleep dead.
Just as sleep began to take him, there was a knock at the door.
Sitting up with a scowl, he asked, "Who's there?"
"It's me," Zhan replied from behind the door. "Open up and take your medicine."
Yibo frowned. "I'm not in pain."
"I know," Zhan said with a smile in his voice, "but you need to take it anyway."
His voice growing whiny, Yibo said, "I'm not hurting, and I'm sleepy. I'll take it tomorrow."
Zhan's tone shifted sharply. "Yibo, open the door. Now."
"I'm fine," Yibo mumbled from bed.
"Let me warn you," Zhan said sternly, "if I open this door myself, you're not going to like it."
Yibo whimpered, "Come on, just let me take it in the morning Gege…"
"Oh? Alright," Zhan replied, clearly irritated. "Let me just grab the spare key. I'll be right back. You're in for a surprise."
Yibo's eyes widened as he stared at the door. It went quiet. Nervously, he called out, "Zhan-ge?"
No response.
He tried again. Still nothing. Cautiously, he crept to the door and slowly turned the lock. The second it clicked, Zhan pounced.
"Ahh!" Yibo yelped, startled. "You scared me!"
Zhan held him tightly and asked, "Why did you lock the door?"
Yibo answered meekly, "Because I was sleepy…"
Still holding him, they sat on the edge of the bed. Zhan looked at him carefully. "Aren't you hungry?"
Yibo nodded nervously, heart racing.
With a soft smile, Zhan said, "Then you have to eat at least a little chicken. I'll go grab it."
Yibo almost refused but then glanced at the door. Quickly, he mumbled, "Okay…"
Zhan watched him for a moment, smiling, then got up, he remove the key from its hole, unlocked the door, and left the room. Yibo's eyes followed him anxiously, looking like he might cry.
He returned shortly with a plate of grilled chicken and a cup of fresh milk. He placed them on the soft carpet and sat down, watching Yibo.
"Want me to come carry you, baby?"
"I'm full, really," Yibo replied softly.
"Just one bite," Zhan insisted. "Then drink the milk."
Yibo sat on the carpet hesitantly, facing him. Zhan picked up a piece and held it out. When Yibo reached for it, Zhan pulled it back and gave him a look, so Yibo opened his mouth, and Zhan fed it to him. Yibo turned away slightly, chewing slowly as if it were medicine.
Zhan just kept watching him.
"I really don't feel like eating tonight Gege," Yibo muttered. "I feel like I might throw up."
"Just swallow that one bite," Zhan said, "then drink your milk and that's it."
Yibo managed to get it down, drank a bit of milk with a sour expression, and Zhan finally stood up and told him, "Go rinse your mouth."
He stood up and climbed onto the bed and lay down, covering himself with the duvet and said, "I'm just going to sleep, good night Gege." Zhan said, "Come down, my friend, do as I tell you." Yibo rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, I want the milk test, and I'm sleepy."
Zhan headed for the bed. Yibo stood up quickly, backing away. He said, "Come on, come down and do as I tell you, because you won't be sleeping to night today." Yibo frowned and asked, "Why?" Zhan didn't answer him, seeing that he was about to grabbed him, Yibo quickly got down from the bed, looking at Zhan with tears in his eyes. He went to the bathroom to wash his mouth and came out.
After he came out, Zhan said, "Here are your drugs, let me brought water for you." Yibo followed him with his eyes until he left the room, he went back to the bed and lay down. Zhan came back holding the drug, water bottle and a glass cup, he turned off the light in the room. Yibo sat up and said, "Hey, why did you turn off the light??"
He turned on a small, dim light and reached the bed and leaned against it, completely covering his face. Zhan handed him a glass cup of water and his drugs, he accepted it and took it to his mouth and drank it. Zhan took the cup and put it down, opened the heating cream Yibo was using to rub his foot and said, "Lay down let me massage your legs" Yibo shrugged his shoulder, "The one you rubbed on me in the car, made my foot stopped hurting"
Zhan frowned and said, "Take off that pant and let me rub it on you so I can go to bed, I am feeling sleepy" Yibo looked at him and said, "You're going to bed when you finish?" Zhan said, "Yes, or did you have anything for me?" Yibo shook his head and took off his pant, he quickly cover his body and said, "Just turn off the light, when you go out, turn on the dim light for me"
Zhan smiled and said, "Today, your hiding your foot to me?" He didn't wait for Yibo to say anything, he turned off the switch on the wall next to the bed and came back to Yibo. Yibo lifted the duvet from his body to his knees, Zhan opened the tube and started applying the lotion to his legs and toes as he lay down.
Zhan rubbed it on him for more than ten minutes. Then he reached Yibo's face, he whisper to his ear "What about your back?"
Yibo opened his eyes and said, "Even there?" Zhan said, "Yes." He straightened up and pulled the duvet down and lay on the pillow. Zhan picked up the lotion and started applying it to him from his shoulders to his waist. Yibo pursed his lips as if he was seeing her and said, "I don't like you to be gentle with me." Zhan brought his mouth to his ear and said, "Why?"
Yibo raised his head and said "No Gege, I don't want you to do it anymore, it hurts me..." He smiled and said in a low voice "Ok let me stop doing it hard" Yibo rolled his eyes and said "You want to broke my back, do it gently then" Zhan didn't say anything and Yibo his eyes were closed, At one point he turned around and hold Zhan hand when he feel him trying to change his style, he was trying to put his shirt back up and said "Gege, just turn on the light I am now feeling better that's enough go and lie down"
Zhan grabbed Yibo's hand and he lay down next to him closed his eyes as if he was whispering he said "oh let me rub the rest on your tummy..." He didn't give Yibo a chance to say anything he started rubbing his hand on his tummy, pushing him away Yibo kept moving his body further saying "I don't want it, Gege stop" At one point he heard Zhan as if it wasn't him, Yibo started trying to straighten up Zhan make him lie down.
In fear Yibo said "Gege, must you do it today?" Hearing Zhan refuse to answer, he went back to bed, saying, "Then please be gentle, Gege, you know you're too big." Zhan rearing his concern didn't wait for anything else... And a little later he became a total different person, pain and fear made Yibo's breathing hitch and from then on he didn't know anything anymore.
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The rays of morning light fell on Yibo's face, slowly waking him. He opened his eyes and glanced at the AC unit on the wall, then looked around the room as if trying to recall something. Just then, the door opened and his eyes met Zhan's. At once, Zhan looked down and gently closed the door behind him. Yibo struggled to sit up and placed a hand on his head, mumbling, "Gege, I think I have a fever... my head hurts."
Zhan walked over and sat on the edge of the bed beside him, still avoiding eye contact. "Eat something so I can give you your medicine."
Yibo laid back on the pillow with a sigh, "My body feels weak... I think I have a fever."
Zhan stood up and went to the bathroom. Yibo watched him go, his head pounding. He glanced at the clock and attempted to get up but immediately felt dizzy, his back aching terribly. Zhan returned from the bathroom and said, "There's warm water in there...go and sock yourself in it."
He came over and took Yibo's hand, trying not to meet his eyes. Yibo could feel the warmth of his touch. But suddenly, Yibo yanked his hand back with a gasp, retreating and staring at Zhan in alarm.
Zhan gently held his shoulders, speaking softly, "Stay still, Yibo."
Yibo shook his head, trembling as memories of the previous night flooded back.... the way Zhan had lost control, becoming someone else entirely, someone rough and unrelenting. He had maked love with him without mercy, to the point Yibo lost consciousness. Now, every part of him ached. His body was covered in red, purple, and pink bite and lick marks.
Tears filled his eyes. "Please, Gege… don't touch me…"
Zhan let go of him. "I just want you to wash up."
Yibo covered his face with a pillow and cried, calling out for his Nainai. Zhan turned and quietly left the room, locking the door behind him.
That day, Yibo gave Zhan a hard time. Zhan had expected him to be difficult, but not like this. He realized then that emotional wounds hurt more than physical ones. He'd never seen anyone react like Yibo did. Even Zhan began feeling a fever coming on from the stress and guilt. No matter what Zhan tried to do to ease Yibo's pain, Yibo refused to let him close.
He hadn't eaten all day, just kept crying. Urging Zhan to bring him back home, spending the whole day tending to him like a nanny.
The next day, Yibo's fever worsened. Zhan knew he was suffering. He hadn't been gentle last night...he had lost all control after years of restraint. At noon, he went to the pharmacy and bought an IV drip to help restore Yibo's strength.
Once Zhan hooked it up, Yibo finally slept until almost evening.
Zhan was in the sitting room, leaning back in a chair, half-asleep when the doorbell rang. He woke up, stood, and opened the door.
Meiling stood there with a basket of food, smiling. "Hi, Gege."
Zhan ran a hand through his hair, "Hey. How are you?"
"I'm good," she said. "Nainai told me to bring this food for Yibo. But not for you—she said you shouldn't touch it," she added with a teasing laugh.
Zhan gave a tired smile. "Alright, come in and put it down."
She stepped into the sitting room and set the food down. "Where is he?"
"He's sleeping upstairs," Zhan replied.
Meiling said, "Nainai gave me a message to tell him."
"He's still asleep..."
She smiled, "Okay, then. I'll tell him next time. Goodbye."
"Wait, let me get you money for transport," Zhan offered.
"No need. The driver brought me."
"Alright, greet Yimei and everyone for me."
"They'll hear it," she said before leaving. Zhan locked the door behind her.
He wanted to go upstairs but was scared of upsetting Yibo again. He sat for over fifteen minutes before finally mustering the courage to go up. He opened the bedroom door slowly and found Yibo sitting against the headboard, tears running down his face.
Zhan entered quietly, closed the door, and walked over. Yibo buried his face in his knees, sobbing. Zhan's heart ached at the sight. He knelt down beside him and whispered, "I'm sorry, Yibo… I told you to forgive me…"
Yibo broke down, crying harder. "I don't want this! I'm going to tell Nainai!"
Zhan gently lifted his face and pulled him into his arms. Yibo cried into his chest as Zhan held him tightly. "Okay… you can tell Nainai. Just… try to forgive me."
Yibo didn't reply. He just kept crying softly in his arms.
Zhan sat on the rug and served Yibo the food Meiling had brought. Watching him, he softly said, "Come and eat, please."
Yibo shrugged without looking at him. "I don't want to eat."
Zhan picked up the food and returned to the side of the bed, sitting gently. "Come on, baby. Just eat a little, please?" he pleaded quietly.
Yibo shifted away from him and didn't respond. Zhan set the food aside and asked, "Then what do you want to eat?"
Yibo wiped his eyes slowly. "I want to go home. I want to see Mu Qin."
Zhan smiled faintly. "Did you want to tell her what we did too?"
Yibo quickly turned to look at him, then just as quickly looked away. He covered his face with a pillow as tears welled up in his eyes.
Quietly, Zhan moved closer, gently pulled the pillow away, and hugged him, closing his eyes. "Just eat a little. I'll take you there tomorrow, I promise."
Not waiting for a reply, he scooped a spoonful and held it up to Yibo's mouth.
Yibo shook his head, voice soft. "I don't like that."
Zhan asked gently, "Then what do you want?"
"Rice..."
Zhan put the food down and stood up. "Okay, let's go buy some."
Yibo stood up slowly. Zhan held his hand and walked beside him, carefully watching his steps. As they stepped out of the room, he asked, "Should I carry you? You look like you can't walk."
Without waiting for a response, he scooped him up like a child.
Startled, Yibo grabbed him quickly. "What are you doing, Gege? I'll fall, please."
Yibo's heart skipped. The memory from the night before flashed in his mind... the way he had held him... and he avoided making eye contact with Zhan.
At the parking space, he gently set him down with a soft smile. "My weightless husband..."
Yibo pouted. "Stop calling me your husband."
Zhan widened his eyes, teasing. "Then what are we? Do we need to repeat what we did again?"
Yibo's heart raced at his words, and he leaned against the car, staring at him. Zhan looked down, still smiling. Suddenly, Yibo burst into tears.
Zhan's eyes widened. "Hey, I was just joking, I'm sorry..."
Yibo turned away and pressed his head against the car, sobbing.
Zhan gently opened the passenger door and helped him in, closed it, then got into the driver's seat.
Looking over, he said, "I promise I won't do it again... unless you come to me on your own."
He grinned at the end, but Yibo didn't say anything.
In his heart, Yibo thought, As if I'll ever come to you willingly again.
Zhan added with a smirk, "And next time, you 'll pamper me as much as I want before I agree to anything."
Yibo rolled his eyes. Zhan glanced sideways at him, already knowing what was going through his head. He smiled and nodded slowly.
Yibo whispered, "Is that a promise?"
Zhan's eyes softened. "Sure."
Yibo said nothing, but inside, the promise warmed his heart.
Zhan continued driving, but his mind was elsewhere. The memory of that night was still fresh—it was unforgettable. He didn't even realize when he smiled. He reached over and held Yibo's hand gently without looking at him. "Yibo..."
Yibo was staring out the window, his eyes blank.
He still couldn't understand why he couldn't remember everything from the night before last. He remembered waking up in pain... like it was his first time, not his second. After that? Nothing. He didn't even know when he fell back asleep.
When Yibo didn't reply, Zhan softly repeated his name.
Yibo turned to him quickly, and for a moment, their eyes met—then both looked away at once. Zhan focused on the road, and Yibo stared out the window again, heart pounding.
In a gentle voice, Zhan said, "You're amazing... I'm proud of you."
Yibo didn't reply.
When they reached the food place, Zhan parked and said, "I'll be back soon."
Yibo watched him walk inside, his heart pounding with anxiety. These days, Zhan scared him a little... scared him in a strange, unfamiliar way.
Inside the car, Yibo leaned back, thinking about the one memory he couldn't erase: the unbearable pain. Everything after that was blank.
About ten minutes later, Zhan returned with a takeaway bag in hand. Yibo lowered his gaze and didn't look up as Zhan got in and drove off.
When they got home, Zhan brought him to the sitting room and helped him sit down. He handed him the food, and Yibo began to stir it slowly with the spoon, like he was being forced to eat.
Zhan sat across from him, just watching.
Eventually, Yibo closed the container, stood up, and started walking upstairs.
"Yibo," Zhan called.
He didn't turn, but he paused.
"You barely ate."
"I'm full."
Then he left. Zhan watched him go, smiled faintly, and carried the leftover food to the kitchen.
Later that night, Yibo came out of the shower and couldn't sit still when he saw Zhan in his room.
Zhan teased, "Did you add more cold water again?"
Yibo frowned and didn't answer. He walked to the edge of the bed and sat silently.
"Aren't you going to change?" Zhan asked.
Yibo said nothing, just glared.
Zhan stood up. "Alright then, I'll leave." He left the room smiling to himself.
Yibo jumped up quickly, changed into his pajamas, sprayed some perfume, and crawled under the covers, heart racing. He fell asleep before ten.
Later, Zhan came back holding his medicine. He sat on the bed, gently pulled the blanket down, and reached for Yibo's forehead.
Startled, Yibo woke up, sat up quickly, and started crying. "Please don't, Gege... I'm sorry."
Zhan calmly said, "It's just medicine, Yibo."
With trembling hands, Yibo took the medicine and drank it.
Zhan stood up. "Goodnight."
He left the room. Only after Yibo heard him shut his door did he feel at ease. He lay back down, slowly letting out a long breath.
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Zhan-ge, you horny beast... You made your drama husband scared of you now. 😂
Zhanxianyibo❤️💚💛