"Why did you do that?" Yibo’s stepmom looked up from the braised pork she was stirring to meet Yuze standing at the door. "You're back," she returned her attention to the pan. "Why did I do what?" "You told the Dean about Yibo," he accused. "And that teacher." "So?" she replied. "Am I supposed to just keep quiet about it? Do you know how serious that is?" She glanced back at him. "You were there too. You're not going to say anything?" "To who?" Yuze asked, but she didn't resp

Note: I write in very long batches and break them into chapters so half of last chapter wasn't added mistakenly. Please go read it first before starting this one. xo "Xiao Zhan!" a female voice greeted just as he burst into the store. "Where's Yibo?" he asked the store's attendant. "Did you see him just now? Which way did he go?" "Yibo? You mean the boy that went up with your father?" "Yes!" "He went that way," Daiyu said. Xiao Zhan hurried out of the store and she followed.

"God," he hears Xiao Zhan's whisper against his neck several minutes later. "You came so much." Yibo still feels as wound up as a spring,...

"What is it?" Xiao Zhan's affectionate voice reverberates in his ear. He reaches once again for Yibo's ass, but Yibo grabs his wrist to...

Yibo loves seeing Xiao Zhan lose control. Flushed red and engulfed with lust, Xiao Zhan spurts endlessly into his mouth and Yibo watches...

He finds Xiao Zhan standing at his desk, flipping through an open folder. Realizing that it's Xiao Zhan's proposal from weeks ago that had been flung into the air, Yibo tenses up. “You really overheard us,” Xiao Zhan's tone is somber. Shutting the folder, he pushes it aside and then looks at Yibo. His face is impassive, the ghost of a smile curving the corners of his lips but it is impossible to hide the pain in his eyes.  Locking the door behind him, Yibo tosses the plastic

“Yibo,” Xiao Zhan's voice is soft and apologetic. “I was … I was mad. I was lashing out. I had been drinking.” “So none of this is true? Aren’t these words the most honest you’ve ever been to me? To yourself?” Xiao Zhan releases a heavy breath. “You  really  shouldn’t listen to everything I say.” “That’s rich coming from you." “What do you mean?” Xiao Zhan asks, and Yibo wipes the tears off his face. “Imagine if your father said all these things to you now after all these yea

Yibo doesn't quite know how to respond. He had been somewhat prepared, now he realizes, for everything but this:  Xiao Zhan not being mad but just wanting to understand why. And so now Yibo has a choice to make: to continue on with his charade or to fold right this moment. To continue feigning strength and assuredness in his actions or to admit his mistake and weakness and beg for forgiveness. It takes a while to decide, but eventually, he straightens his back and chooses the