. Hanze is a certified meanie .

A sob broke out of Anying's lips as he stared at Hanze's back in confusion.

Why was he pushed?. He wondered... He even had no idea tears had begun streaming down his face again due to the impact of his weak body to the table.

He only wanted to kiss Hanze welcome so he would be pardoned... But he underestimated his own weak state and fell into Hanze's hands... Only to be pushed against a table ruthlessly?.

He clamped his lips and went to sit on the bed with his now aching body feeling hopeless.

Just great.

He waited, with eyes fixated on the bathroom door... Wondering why Hanze's mood worsened and why he was the one bearing the brunt.... All the while with tears still falling in droplets down his cheeks, jaw and wetting his clothes.

17 minutes later, Hanze exited the bathroom wearing a floor length black bathrobe... His hair was untied.

He walked towards the chair in the room for reading and brought out his storage ring from God knows where. [Empty air?].

Then he repeated the same process from yesterday. Spreading varieties of food on the table... Eating a little quantity and melting the rest under anying's hungry big pitiful eyes and grumbling stomach. [Ah... Hanze is a certified meanie ].

Then, he brought out paperworks, his laptop and a fountain pen to begin signing and typing... All the while Anying with pursed lips kept looking at him dully until his lashes fluttered close again and he fell on the bed with a dull..

.*Thud*.

...

In one of the rooms in a certain house, two figures with otherworldly beauty could be seen, sleeping soundly on the bed. One on a black robe with inky black hair scattered all around him, and the petite lean one with raven gold hair which was doing a great job in offering him warmth by draping around him beautifully.... Halt..

To cut the long accumulated speech and ones yet to come short,

....

It was 9:34 pm when Anying woke up to no sensations at all... Wait, only that of hunger and fatigue..

He let out an exasperated weak puff of air and adjusted his line of sight to accommodate the little brightness of the room while trembling slightly.

."it's... Still night?..". He asked confused at finding the room still dimly lit when he had woken up from sleep... and the next minute when he registered what that meant, an expression of extreme annoyance and horror appeared on his face.

What was it now?!..

Did the universe suddenly have a feud with him?!. If not why did he have to wake up in the middle of the night when nature knew he wouldn't be able to bear the hunger that followed?!... Wait... Anying's eyes narrowed as he turned around freely.

what the.... for real... He couldn't believe what he saw...

Hanze was sleeping with his back facing Anying and he no longer had a possessive hand restricting his movements!. Best of all hanze was in a deep sleep!!. [QAQ]

Waaaa.... He took back what he said about the universe and him having a feud!. They were once best friends!. How could he have forgotten so soon... [Ok?...]

He was delighted by the mere thought of having the whole night to himself... Didn't that mean he could eat to his fill?. Meet his friends and likely escape... Muahahahahaha.... * Evil laugh *.... Buuu... Wait a minute...

Anying pursed his lips together and all giddiness in him evaporated in a blink...

The door was locked.

"Ha... What was I even... Expecting again?....".. he mummured in annoyance.

But wait...

He should just check... Incase.. who knows? maybe Hanze forgot to lock the door...

So, he got down from the bed with a silent groan and painful expression of being strengthless then tiptoed to the door.

After which he placed his hand on the doorknob and turned it... He was so surprised and caught off guard when the door made a click sound that he almost squealed like a dying Whale as it opened.

It was unlocked...

The door was unlocked...

The door was unlocked!!!.

I can't begin to describe the joy Anying felt when he discovered the door was unlocked... But wait a second, his brain reasoned.

How could the door be unlocked?.

And to think Hanze's hand wasn't wrapped around his waist possessively when he woke up. Was it a natural coincidence?, Very good Luck or a beautiful trap?.

He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes in contemplation to stare back at the bed but Hanze's position hadn't changed at all from how he was sleeping before not even an inch...

'. Luck it is then... '. He concluded and poof.

He opened the door slowly and made his way out, then, he closed the door softly and made sure to leave a little hole so that he could easily pass through when he came back.

After that, he walked through the passage with a giddy yet pale expression and extremely weak body... He knew he was almost wobbly while walking but it was still worth it.

...

Meanwhile, five seconds... Just five brief seconds after Anying exited the room, Hanze's pair of cold blue eyes opened as he slowly got down from the bed.

The movement tugged on his lapel to show a glimpse of his sexy collarbone yet he immediately pulled it back up ... Much to the Disappointment of a certain someone.

After tying his lapel properly, Hanze glanced at the empty side of the bed with a blank expression, where Anying was supposed to be sleeping soundly... Yet when he discovered what happened,

His gaze settled on the slightly ajar door and his thin lips formed into a disappointed curve.

".Why are you so stubborn." He asked to no one in particular with frost coating his tone.

....