. " why?, you like... ".

Then boldly looking into Hanze's eyes, he stood on his toes and pressed his soft lips to Hanze's thin one in an open mouthed wet kiss.

Then he withdrew and lowered his head again to say,

"H-have... a nice day... At work..".

Hanze stared at his small head amused...

". Alright then...". He replied and walked out with his hands in his pocket thinking.

And immediately after that, anying's quivering body fell down on the fall, unconscious with a thud.

After all he had used up all of the strength it took him to stand to please Hanze...

But least he had corrected his mistakes.

...

It was 7:05 when Anying had regained consciousness, and his sending off Hanze to work had taken a total of 25 minutes... That meant he fell unconscious at 7:36 am...

And now, 3 hours later, his eyes managed to peel open again...

"Ah..." The youth whimpered in pain when his whole body screamed pain as soon as he moved.

Anying was tired... Extremely tired and his body was lithe and hungry...

"Grrr...". His stomach growled loudly and he had to wonder what he was going to eat now that Hanze was gone...

He sat up with little to no strength in his body. "I did everything... Right..?.". It was a question he asked in panick.

Because Hanze didn't leave him any meals at all... What did he miss?...

"*Sob*... W-why is that guy so mean?..." He asked to himself.

And to ask for food... No he wouldn't.. he didn't want to get face fucked again. For asking for a meal.

He sighed dejectedly and got up with an audible wince holding the walls for support. Eyeing the bed, he made his way towards it.

And after much difficulty, he slumped on the bed with a dull thud.

He didn't even have the strength to turn as his face was buried in the pillow and legs partially out of the bed from the strengthless fall.

Ok... He felt like bees where stinging his wound right now but hash... He was starving...

".hmsincemm... whenmm .... didmm .... i ...mmeat ...mmm ...againmmm....". He talked mumbled against the pillow trying to curl up.

And he did, dragged his legs towards his chest and forcefully pulled the quilt over himself. Then he closed his eyes... And left his lashes soaked.

...

Four good hours passed in the blink of an eye.... Now it was 2:40 pm...

In the room where a pitifully figure was lying on a bed, Hanze suddenly appeared there with his dreadful Aura that made the youth shiver despite sleeping....

He was unaware of Hanze's presence but his body was as it began shaking when Hanze's eyes raked over his sleeping figure.

One look and the inky black haired man knew the youth was terribly hungry under the blanket...

"Hm?.... Is that my fault?.". He asked in his deep seductive voice , head tilting slightly to the right while staring at Anying.

Sighing, he removed his hands from his pocket and began walking towards the defenseless youth.

Arriving in front of the youth, his hands went to pull the blanket around him down, and when it slid past his legs, his flat milky stomach was revealed for Hanze to feed his eyes with.

Anying had toseed around in his sleep so, that explains his legs not being close to his chest anymore.

"Tsk...". Hanze clicked his tongue and brought one of his fingers to press on Anying's navel on his stomach.

And Anying flinched, but he just turned away, blaming it on the effects of hunger that someone was toying with him and continued sleeping.... But, Not after mumbling offensively...

". Hanze is a meanie...". His voice was low but just who was Hanze?.

The god of darkness. Which meant he was used to picking up the faintest sounds in darkness... So he heard that loud and clear.

Hanze stared at the youth's face for a while, especially the reddish provocative lips he used in provoking the sadism in Hanze.

"Oh really?.". Hanze asked unamused. Umm... No one was going to answer him though so ...

The next minute , Anying jolted awake when he felt Hanze's hands under his shirt, sliding across his skin.

His black eyes stared in confusion at Hanze for a moment...

"H-hanze?...".

Hanze was back?... He thought...

". Yours truly. Fresh in flesh and blood, present.". Hanze replied in a neutral tone of voice.

Anying frowned. Ok. Certified meanie Hanze was back at an odd hour but... What was the feeling beneath his shirt still inching up?.

Anying's eyes widened when hanze suddenly pinched his left pink nipple hard....

.. ' hm?.. it's soft... And beady. '. Hanze thought amusedly.

"Aah!..".

It hurts... It hurts... Why was hanze doing this?!.

Because it was soft ad beady?.

His eyes turned glassy... Maybe it was because of his lack of control over his emotions... Or too much fatigue but this was bullying... And he couldn't fight back... Nor hold back his tears...

"H-hanze...". He called staring at Hanze's straight sharp nose as the man began rubbing the abused nipple soothingly, which made another sensation spread across the youth's body.

"Yes?.". Hanze replied staring at his teary face absentmindedly while still massaging his new discovery..... But before Anying could open his mouth and give futile pleas, Hanze recovered from and asked.

"Why do you always cry in front of me?.".

Eh?. The youth parted his lips... Staring at him in confusion. What did he mean?. He wondered.

Cry... Cry... Cry in front of--oh... He got what that meant...

But wasn't that Hanze's fault for being too intimidating and overbearing with his dreadful Aura and cold presence?.

Hanze's eyes turned colder though when Anying continued staring at his nose dumbfounded....what should the youth say?.

". Why? Is it because, You like annoying and disobeying me, crying when you weren't asked to. Smiling when you weren't asked to?. Showing emotions when you weren't asked to. Asking for meals when you weren't asked to. Asking for freedom when you weren't asked to?. ". Hanze asked coldly.

"..."

Anying was seriously dumbfounded.