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WHATEVER HAPPENS AFTER FALLING IN LOVE?
"...Try to stay in love."
"..Growing into each other... En."
"....Be an active... party in the relationship... Heng!"
Fei Long threw the book across the room like it was some deadly virus.
When his assistant saw his actions, he almost shot to the door and leave his crazy master by himself. But of course he couldn't, so he remained shaking in fear as he seriously anticipated what his master was about to do next.
Fei Long ran his slender fingers over his ebony hair, grabbing a bunch in frustration before covering his face with his hand. He softly murmured, ".. Get me a book on how to court a guy now!"
Hence, the assistant scurried like a mouse and finally scrambled to open the door to let himself out. For what seemed like 5 minutes, he was back with 5 stacks of books.
The Modern Man's Guide To Chivalry And Courtship
Totally Captivated (Complete Volumes)
Ten Count
Love Stage
Love Pistols
Once Fei Long saw the titles, his assistant felt like he grew demonic horns. The tension was so heavy that he couldn't properly breath, sweat dripping down his forehead and back, and his face paled as his hands grew cold.
Fei Long groaned, but still took one of the book to read. Once he did, he could no longer put it down as his eyes drooled, his mind always featuring Feng Mian and him on his bed, completely disregarding the Male Leads of the story.
He read up to the hot and dangerous scenes, feeling hot himself as his nether region awakened. When he realized what was going on with him, he bit his lower lip and threw the book he was holding across the room, towards dozens of books that had been disregarded.
Seeing his master at his wits' end, the assistant shakily advised, "M-Master... Why not tell Master Zhao that y-you are homosexual...?"
When Fei Long heard this, he felt so conflicted, his brows connected into a line.
"I'm scared he'll avoid me..." It was true. Even if he realized he was into Feng Mian, he did not know if Feng Mian preferred men or women. Even then, they lived in D City where being homosexual was controversial and a quarter of the population still criticizes those who diverge from the norm.
The assistant looked at his master sympathetically. Such a handsome master but clearly unlucky with love. It was not enough that he fell for a total slut and social climber, now he fell for a man! He shook his head, then gently said, "Master, Master Feng Mian must know so you can move on to courting him without hiding what you feel! What if someone else steals his attention before you can step up your game? You will be too late then!"
He was really pouring all his effort to support his master, his eyes even turned glossy with passion. If he was not Fei Long's assistant, he can very well work in a Cupid Agency.
Fei Long thought about his assistant's words and surmised it made sense.
He propped up himself on his chair and fished out his phone, pressed speed-dial 1 and after a ring, Feng Mian's voice can be heard on the other end. "Fei Long, it's 3AM in the freaking morning. Make it quick!"
Fei Long's face brightened, a smile spread over his face.
His assistant looked at him with a heart breaking face, pity clearly reflecting his eyes. Master... My heart cries for you...!
After Fei Long savored the wonderful feeling of hearing Feng Mian's sleepy voice, as if she just woke up from sleep, Fei Long solemnly asked, "Mian... Can you meet me today?"
There was a pause on the other end, but when Fei Long thought Feng Mian had fallen asleep once again, he heard her voice.
"I'm moving to my dorm today, but I can meet up with you in Buna Kafe, 3PM sharp!"
She then ended the call, leaving Fei Long to listen to the busy ringing of his phone.
He suddenly felt nervous, but excited too. Whatever happens, he was willing to stake just to escape from his current limbo. He just couldn't decide what he was supposed to do after falling in love with a man. He wasn't exactly taught it was normal, nor did he ever read books about it before.
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But ever since falling in love with Feng Mian, he was slowly embracing a new world. It wasn't exactly bad, rather, he was glad there was a larger portion in the world that accepted homosexuality, producing materials that has helped him accept his current condition without going to a therapist.
Thinking of Feng Mian, Fei Long gently smiled to himself as his heart continued to beat with longing.
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Feng Mian arrived in her dorm room, her brows scrunched up to see another bed.
She had specifically requested a single room.
After silently cursing, she was about to turn around when the bathroom door opened, revealing a half naked Dean in all his wet glory. His hair was dripping with water, falling down onto his robust chest and slightly obstructed by his pink nipples, then sliding smoothly over his beautiful six pack abs and sucked by the white towel covering the area below his abdomen.
Dean's eyes widened at the sight of Feng Mian glaring at him.
A moment of silence was shared until Feng Mian dropped down her luggage, crossing her hands over her chest and glared at Dean like she was about to bite him on the head.
"I requested for a single room."
Dean innocently smiled as if he had nothing to do with it. He carelessly walked across the room and towards his bed where his clothes were lying in wait for him. But before he can even start dressing up, Feng Mian's irritated voice spoke once again.
"Don't interfere the next time." Then she was about to turn when Dean gently grabbed for her arm, he gingerly dragged Feng Mian on his bed and sat her down. He then swiftly sat just beside Feng Mian, still looking at her, his gaze very gentle and sparkly.
"I want to be of help to you up close... Can you please tell me what the problem is in sharing a room with me? I promise I will do whatever you say, even sleeping in the bathroom..."
Although he himself suggested the last bit, he looked really hurt as if he received a fatal injury.
Feng Mian calmly said, "I cannot reciprocate your feelings."
Dean felt like his heart was mercilessly stabbed, his strength almost leaving him, but he was stubborn and immediately recovered his passion. He softly said, "I know, Young Master Zhao..."
"So can I go now? I need to finish arranging my room before noon."
Feng Mian was about to stand up when she was dragged down on Dean's bed again. She was starting to find the same skit irritating. She had no time for this!
Dean was also aware he was making Feng Mian increasingly angry but he cannot miss the chance to persuade her in one go. Because he knew, once Feng Mian had her way, he would never have a chance to sleep in the same room as her.
"Please, Master Zhao... I'll do whatever you say! I'll make up the bed for you, clean the bathroom, the bedroom, even do your homework. Oh! And I can take down notes for you as well. Just let me stay in the same room as you... I have no one I can trust here.." He begged as tears were threatening to escape his almond shaped eyes.
Feng Mian frowned. She was about to argue of his reasons in coming to D City when she realized Dean might have come to the city by himself to get a higher education. He was obviously smart to get accepted despite his age, so she quickly changed her mind.
"I'm sure you'll meet good people here. If anyone comes to make trouble for you, you still have your status as a son of Kupivoc's Prime Minister. You can run to me too when the time comes, but I cannot stay in the same room as you." She was serious about her decision as her frost-cold eyes sharply cut through Dean's desperation.
Then the unexpected happened.
Dean gathered his hands to hold Feng Mian's hand as tears fell drop by drop to his smooth cheeks. He looked very torn, as if his mother died. He almost whimpered when he softly muttered, "Please... Master Zhao.... Let me stay with you... I promise I'll listen to every word you say..."
Feng Mian was very troubled, her eyes staring at their connected hands. It felt like she was divorcing a desperate partner. At this thought, Feng Mian felt a rush of coldness as she snapped out of bewilderment. But before she could say anything else, Dean had detected what she was going to say.
So he disregarded his innocent facade and brought Feng Mian down onto his bed with him hovering on top of her. Both Feng Mian's wrists were held down so tightly, while her legs were locked down.
The whole room grew cold and heavy as Dean's tears stopped falling. His eyes were still gentle, but it couldn't hide the burning passion hidden within. He gently gazed upon Feng Mian, then drew himself close enough to her ears.
He whispered, "Master Zhao... I'll behave, so please..."
Since gentle begging did not work, he switched tactics to make Feng Mian give up instead. It was either his will or her's. But he would never let her go.
Feng Mian's frost-cold eyes were glaring daggers at Dean, not expecting the gentle boy to grow up so aggressive and stubborn. Even if he was so beautiful and passionately in love, Feng Mian's heart had died long ago.
She was quiet for a moment as she observed the emotions in Dean's eyes, but the more she stared, the more scared she became. His eyes were unyielding, beautiful and real.
She turned her eyes somewhere else, anywhere but into his eyes. She gulped down an anxious saliva and said, "We can arrange to have you sleep beside the room I'll be staying. How does that sound?"
Although Feng Mian was obviously favoring Dean, it was not what he wanted. So he kept quiet as his mouth breathe hot air onto Feng Mian's pale and smooth neck. He softly whispered with his deep and husky voice, "I can't be anywhere but in your room, Master Zhao..."
Feng Mian had already been chanting thousands of curses in her mind when Dean's lips slightly touched her neck. It was soft, warm and a little wet. She was so anxious she wiggled out of his restraint, but Dean was bigger than her and her legs were locked.
She blinked her eyes as they turned vicious. She opened her mouth wide and aggressively bit Dean on his neck.
Hence, the two of them looked like they were biting each other's neck, but in fact, it was only Feng Mian drawing blood.
Unfortunate for her, Dean was much more stubborn. He let her bite him hard as he drew a sharp breath. In fact, it seemed like he was turned on with Feng Mian's actions. He was far more concerned over how soft Feng Mian's lips were rather than her attempt to kill him.
When she had bitten enough, she let go, a trickle of blood slid at the corner of her cherry lips.
For a moment, Dean was mesmerized by the combination of blood on Feng Mian's devilish beauty. And amidst his trance, he subconsciously licked the blood off the side of her lips, down to her chin. Then gazed down on her once again as something within him was howling with hunger.
Feng Mian was suddenly struck with realization. She needed to call the police!
However, Dean was a Prime Minister's son. Even for a billionaire like her, she cannot very well fight against a whole nation, yet. Furthermore, the more she resists, the more Dean will resort to other means, pushing her to commit murder.
So she relented. With much distaste, Feng Mian said, "Fine!"
Dean woke up from his stupor, realizing he almost forgot to be gentle. He slowly removed himself away from Feng Mian when his knee accidentally felt something in between her legs.
"....." Dean stopped functioning altogether as his thoughts ran wild.
He still wasn't letting go of Feng Mian when he muttered, "M-master Zhao... Did you castrate yourself...???"