The Assassin's Enemy Lover

“The fuck,” he exclaimed as he sat up only for him to bump into Yi Chen’s forehead.

“Ssss fuck... Chen-ge. What are you doing?” asked Zi Han while rubbing his forehead. He lay back down and closed his eyes again like he was about to go back to sleep but how could Yi Chen let him be?

He kissed Zi Han’s cheek down to his neck while asking, “How was your sleep?”

Zi Han opened his eye a slit while pushing Yi Chen’s shoulder back. “What time is it?” asked Zi Han while shuffling to lie on his other side and cosy up in Yi Chen’s chest. Yi Chen showed a slight smile that was easy to miss. He stroked Zi Han’s back while answering the question.

“It’s about nine,” he said and Zi Han let out a soft hum as he closed his eyes again.

“Let me sleep a little longer. My head hurts,” he said suffering through the anguish of the infamous republic wine type of hangover. Maybe it was because of the impurities or the potency that it left his head throbbing. It barely made him tipsy but it definitely gave him a hangover making it seem like he was going through all that suffering for nothing.

“Can’t you use some medicine or something? Baby, you have an entire kitchen in there so how can you not have any hangover cure,” said Yi Chen running his fingers through Zi Han’s hair.

While he was doing that his lower body wasn’t very honest. He was consciously or unconsciously pressing against Zi Han’s body resulting in an inevitable awakening. How could his comrade down south not react after being starved for so long?

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To be honest, he just wanted to have a taste right now but the odds were against him. He could only be patient. Zi Han who could feel that hardness pressing against him ignored it though in truth he was also getting hot.

“Find it for me,” said Zi Han while passing the bracelet-like thing toward him. Yi Chen took it but slipped it back on Zi Han’s wrist using this opportunity to touch his lover’s hand.

Zi Han had no idea that his man was taking advantage of him. He just felt very comfortable where he was being touched. Yi Chen gently massaged his wrist while asking, “How do I open it?”

Zi Han further buried himself in his lover’s chest and murmured, “Just touch it. It will recognise you.”

After saying this Yi Chen touched it with his thumb and felt something drawing energy out of him.

What he envisioned was what materialised in the palm of his hand. It was a two colour toned capsule inside a see through package.

Yi Chen pulled back a little and said, “Here,” while placing the pill at the corner of his lover’s lips.

Zi Han opened his mouth and swallowed it dry. the pill was especially effective and it didn’t take long before he felt a sense of relief.

But just as he was getting comfortable, he suddenly felt some wetness on the inside of his wrist.

It turns out Yi Chen was kissing his wrist and because of the heightened sensitivity, Zi Han couldn’t help but bite his lower lip lightly before looking at him.

“Stop messing around. This isn’t the right place to screw around... By the way, why aren’t you up already?” asked Zi Han and Yi Chen raised his hand showing off the pair of silver bracelets.

Zi Han rubbed his forehead before taking out the key. He was about to unlock it when Yi Chen grasped his wrist simply refusing to let him go.

“Yi Chen... you! Let go,” said Zi Han but who was he kidding? Yi Chen might not remember anything but he was still as before messing with him at every turn.

“Call me husband and I will let you go,” he said while pressing Zi Han’s wrist above his head.

“Oh hell no. Not going to happen. You don’t get to ask me that, especially after what you did,” said Zi Han struggling to get this heavy boulder off of him.

The already weak and springy bed creaked giving off the illusion that something X rated was happening inside.

“So you are mad at me? What did I do to make you mad?” he asked and Zi Han was about to respond when the door was suddenly opened.

Mi Mi who had gone out just now came back only to hear weird sounds coming from the inside. She could have walked away but why would she fuel the flames of passion between these two by giving them privacy? She was unhappy so she wanted to make someone else unhappy.

The picture wasn’t what she expected though. The two were fully clothed but they were in an ambiguous posture. She covered her face with her hand pretending like it was accidental and said, “Brother Chen you.”

Zi Han pushed Yi Chen off of him before sitting up. He wordlessly brushed his hair back while staring at Yi Chen.

Thirty minutes later Zi Han who was done washing up headed out with that mask on his face. Yi Chen followed after him and tried to hold his hand but who knew his wife would be as stubborn as a mule refusing to hold hands?

Yi Chen couldn’t stand it. It drove him crazy all night knowing that something was in the way of their reunion. He patiently waited for Zi Han to wake up but his lover was still upset and wouldn’t tell him what was wrong.

Unable to bear it anymore, Yi Chen pulled Zi Han behind a deserted crumbling old mill. Yi Chen pressed him against the wall and when Zi Han tried to walk away he slammed his hand on the wall thoroughly trapping him in place.