The Assassin's Enemy Lover

If Zi Han liked curly haired weak chickens then he would turn himself into one.

“Do you really like it like that?” asked Yi Chen his voice unable to hide the anger laced within.

Zi Han raked his fingers in Yi Chen’s hair his expression tentative like he was carefully studying Yi Chen’s soft strands.

“No, I love yours more. I love everything about you,” he said and Yi Chen who had gulped down a jar of vinegar in that short moment suddenly felt a wave of sweetness rushing from the tip of his tongue to the back of his throat.

Just as he smiled happily, Zi Han suddenly grasped the collar of the hoodie his expression taking a drastic turn. He pulled him close slamming Yi Chen’s chest into his and whispered into his ear, “The only one allowed to sign anywhere on your body is me... do you understand?”

Yi Chen bit his lower lip trying to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth. Who said Zi Han wasn’t jealous? Of course, he was and this made him very happy.

“I understand,” he said with his head tilted slightly with his lips brushing against Zi Han’s ear making it very itchy.

Zi Han let him go and turned his heel to walk back to the VIP lounge but before he could turn a second step his arm was suddenly grasped and he was pulled back. His body was suddenly pressed against the wall before his lips were sealed.

.....

The Bloodgarde bodyguard standing nearest to them tried to not glance in that direction but dang she couldn’t help it. Even when on duty she would be stuffed with dog food. She stared straight but through her peripheral view she could see the Marshal pressing his body against the prince while his hand slipped into the man’s shirt like a field mouse burrowing into an underground hole to find nuts.

By the time they parted, they were panting heavily with one of them having a conspicuous lip hickey. The pair acted like they were alone and there was no one else around thus the bodyguard could only pretend like she was invisible.

Zi Han wiped the corner of Yi Chen’s lips while saying, “About the picture. You should let Ming Ming take it with her favourite boy group otherwise she might hold a grudge against you.”

Yi Chen wanted to say, “This again?” but didn’t end up saying it. He didn’t want Zi Han to take a picture with those group members but after his lover mentioned Ming Ming he suddenly understood. This had nothing to do with Zi Han and him. Ming Ming was the fan here so she should go with Yi Zhen. He was her father anyway.

“Okay,” he said tightening his grip on Zi Han’s hand. Zi Han was satisfied but even until now, he couldn’t understand where Yi Chen’s jealousy sprung up from. He hadn’t even spoken to the group members before so what was up with that? He could have asked Yi Chen but he didn’t want to make him upset again hence he let it go.

That being said, Ming Ming finally got her wish. She managed to go with her father to get a picture taken with the group members but the images were less than satisfactory.

That’s because her father was even worse than her older brother terrifying these young men into shitting themselves.

The smiles on their faces in the pictures were so stiff that one would think they had been forced to take those pictures. The culprit was standing there like the terrifying statue of the God of death terrifying the heck out of all of them.

By the time they left the stadium Ming Ming was all tired out and so was Yi Youxi. They had to go back to the Zi family home to pick up Lin Ruoxi and drop off Zi Han and Yeoh Jun so they started there first. When they arrived at the house it was still so lively with the two mothers playing ‘never have I ever’ drunk which was a very bad idea.

The sad part was that instead of sleeping Zi Feiji was dragged by his daughter to make cocktails and pizza from scratch for them. One might ask why not order one. Well, Zi Xingxi insisted that her father made a fresh one with eggplant, green peppers, and mushroom toppings.

He was serving these two because if he didn’t Zi Xingxi would put on a tearful face that was very hard for this old father to resist. This was exactly why she got away with a lot of stuff when she was young.

When they entered the house the two women were giggling while spilling secrets that Zi Han was certain they shouldn’t be.

“Pizza!” yelled Ming Ming who so happened to wake up as soon as the vehicle stopped.

She took a slice and sat on her mother’s lap only for Lin Ruoxi to complain.

“Ming Ming you know you aren’t five anymore, right?” she said but Ming Ming planted her butt there like it had grown roots.

Yi Youxi followed behind and leaned against Lin Ruoxi while lying on the couch. He also reached over to take a slice and stuffed his face like a little hamster.

Zi Xingxi couldn’t help but laugh seeing how crowded Lin Ruoxi was. She turned to look at Yi Chen who had just entered through the door and asked, “Aren’t you going to join in? This picture would be complete if you are in it.”

Yi Chen was about to pull Zi Han and say that his body pillow was here but Zi Han strode over to his mother and copied Yi Youxi’s sleeping posture.

Yi Chen, “...”

Zi Xingxi ruffled Zi Han’s hair and messed with it like a mama monkey picking lice out of a baby monkey’s hair. Now I am not saying Zi Han had lice but it looked like she was picking them out. Zi Han closed his eyes like he was having a nice scalp massage.