The rain had finally stopped.
While running through the jungle path, Xiao Zhan's foot slipped, and he fell hard onto the ground. Blood trickled from his hand, his breathing uneven and rushed.
Yibo saw it from a distance—
his heart stopped for a moment.
"Zhan!!"
He ran to him, crouching down and supporting his shoulders.
Zhan let out a small cry of pain.
"Yibo… I think… my wrist is sprained."
Yibo's face twisted into a mix of anger, fear, and care.
"I told you not to run so fast. Why do you never listen to me?"
Zhan gave a faint smile.
"You're here… you'll take care of me."
Something deep inside Yibo shattered.
💔 Zhan tries to talk about Lian…
Yibo began cleaning his wound, but Zhan avoided his eyes and spoke softly.
"Yibo… about Lian—"
Yibo's hands froze instantly.
"Zhan… don't say her name."
His voice was low, dangerous, and possessive.
Still, Zhan gathered his courage.
"Lian was only trying to hel—"
Yibo suddenly moved closer, his voice almost exploding.
"I said NO. I don't want to hear her name. Why can't you understand?"
Zhan lowered his gaze.
"Are you… jealous?"
Yibo's eyes flashed.
"Jealous? Zhan, do you even know what it does to me when she looks at you?"
Zhan's body trembled slightly.
Yibo stepped even closer—
so close that their breaths collided.
Zhan whispered,
"Yibo… why are you so upset?"
Yibo gently held Zhan's injured wrist—
his touch careful, almost tender.
But his voice dripped with possession.
"Because you're mine, Xiao Zhan. Only mine.
And I can't even imagine anyone else around you."
Zhan's heartbeat raced.
Raindrops fell between them…
the air was cold…
yet a dark warmth spread between their bodies.
Yibo lifted Zhan's face with his fingers.
"You're forcing me to lose control…"
Zhan whispered faintly,
"Yibo…"
Yibo leaned down and pressed his forehead to Zhan's—
a soft, intense, possessive kiss.
"Next time you say Lian's name… I won't get angry, Zhan…"
His voice was low, dark, intoxicating.
"I'll just remind you who you belong to."
A silent spark lit up in Zhan's eyes.
"I… belong to you."
Yibo smiled slowly—
dangerous, loving, and dark.