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The rain had grown heavier now.
The night was blurred with mist, the air cold—
yet the space between them burned dangerously warm.
With a faint, teasing smile, Xiao Zhan provoked him.
"Yibo… what if I went to someone else?"
Yibo's expression changed in a single second.
That dark jealousy flashed in his eyes.
"Try it."
His voice was low—
a warning.
Zhan pushed further.
"Maybe I'd go to Lia—"
Before he could finish, Yibo grabbed his wrist and yanked him close.
So close that Zhan's breath caught.
Zhan couldn't stop himself from laughing softly.
"It was just a joke—"
But Yibo cut him off, his voice almost breaking with jealousy.
"Why do you always test me, Zhan?"
He lifted Zhan's chin with his fingers.
"…You know I can lose control because of you."
Cold raindrops slid down their faces—
but the moment between them was burning hot.
Zhan gave a small, teasing smile.
"Maybe I like seeing your reaction."
And that was it.
Yibo's control snapped.
With a sharp pull, he captured Zhan's lips.
Zhan resisted for a second, hands pressing against Yibo's shoulders.
"Yi—Yibo… wait—"
But Yibo's grip tightened, as if saying—
I'm not letting go.
His kiss was firm, demanding.
Zhan's heartbeat went wild.
Raindrops slipped between their lips, making the kiss even more intense.
Slowly, Zhan's resistance melted away.
The hands that pushed Yibo away now clutched his shirt instead.
The rain formed a cinematic curtain around them.
The kiss didn't stop.
Time felt frozen.
Yibo cupped Zhan's face in his palms and deepened the kiss—
passionate, intense, endless.
As if the world was ending and this was their last moment.
By now, the rain had soaked them completely.
Zhan was almost breathless.
Yibo pulled back just inches from his lips and said in a heavy voice,
"I won't let you go to anyone else. Ever."
Zhan looked into his eyes—
there was no jealousy now, only pure need.
🌧️ Yibo Lifts Him
Before Zhan could speak, Yibo effortlessly lifted him into his arms.
"Y—Yibo?!"
"You're completely soaked."
His voice was soft—
but dangerous.
Zhan tried to protest.
"I can walk—"
"No."
A firm answer.
"I'm not letting you go."
The rain kept falling as Yibo carried him toward the room—
as if Zhan was everything he had.
🌫️ The Room is Warm Light, Cold Rain Outside
As soon as they entered, Yibo closed the door.
Rain echoed outside.
Warm light filled the room.
Zhan's clothes were drenched, his breathing still unsteady after the kiss.
Yibo stopped in front of him.
His eyes softened—
but the intensity remained.
"You'll catch a cold…"
Noticing the water dripping from Zhan's shoulders, Yibo slowly, carefully unbuttoned his wet jacket—
only to dry him, to make him comfortable.
No explicit intent.
Just emotional intimacy.
Zhan whispered,
"Yibo… you're acting strange."
Adjusting Zhan's wet collar, Yibo replied quietly,
"I can't lose you.
I can't share you.
And I can't let you drift away from me."
Zhan's cheeks warmed.
The room fell silent—
only the rain and their heartbeats remained.
Yibo gently touched Zhan's hair, soft and careful,
then placed a slow, tender kiss on his forehead.
"Let me take care of you."
The lights dimmed slightly.
Rain traced patterns on the window.
The scene faded—
no details.
Just emotions.
Just closeness.
Just unspoken love.
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