Li ZiChen quirked up a wild grin. His eyes filled with mischievousness. Since youth, he knew how to control people to do his bidding but he didn’t do it because his mother had told him how terrible it is to push soone into doing what you want by controlling them. Thus he learned how manipulative it is and began to fix his way but he always thought that manipulation isn’t bad when you wish to do it for the sake of goodness’s on the person’s well being.
Of course he wished to be spending more of his ti with AiLin— even sleeping in one bed with her which had always been his dream— but he had also made her make the promise so she would really take care of her own health.
anwhile, AiLin was left confused by how quick she had agreed to his words. She looked at her hands and then his face and then ruffled her own hair and realized just how people from the olden tis were right when they say that "beauty can destroy a nation" sure enough it could!
She sighed and then plopped her head on the sofa where the pillow saddled between the armrest and behind her neck. The softness of the pillow made her feel relaxed and she muttered, "I’m sure I’m not the first woman who had slept here."
Li ZiChen’s studied her, she could feel it by his burning gaze that were eyeing her face and then she covered it by plopping her arm on top of her forehead, "Actually never mind that." This isn’t her. "Li ZiChen tell sothing about yourself. I feel tired and I want to sleep but you took away my sleeping pills and my anxiety dicines."
"That because you took eight of it."
"Yes, yes," she waved away and then turned her face to look at him who was still kneeling on the floor. She wondered if it didn’t hurt to be on his knees? She’s been on her knees before and it hurts. Although the floor wasn’t wet or snowy, and it wasn’t filled with rocks or broken shards, it was still painful to kneel for a long ti. Specially when he has such a big upper body that her palms couldn’t fully size it. "Can you tell of any story? Of yourself or... anything."
She felt the urge to ask this.
For so reason she wanted to know.
Why this man is so nice to soone like her, why he would be so gentle in his words and actions to soone like her. To soone like her. Soone like.
"Hm," Li ZiChen humd as he stared at her face and the long black hair that frad her face. When she smiled, her foxy eyes turn round and that was a sight to behold that he could only see. He loved that so he wanted to tell her a story that would made her smile as well. "When I was younger, I saw an angel."
"You did?"
"My parents were taking a break away from all the spotlight so we moved to an unnad mansion. It wasn’t luxurious or big, it allowed us to be more low key and drive away the paparazzis from finding our family’s picture," he continued as he looked into her eyes and she looked into his eyes. "Then one day my brother was begging my parents to bring him to see the night festival. I didn’t want to do it because I hate the crowd. We argued and so I got upset and walked off to the abandoned house near my mansion."
She chuckled, "So you can be upset?"
"Hey, I was a child," he smiled seeing the dimples framing her smile. "While I was walking near the abandoned house’s gate, I saw an angel that fell from the gate."
"An angel, really?"
"Mhm, we played together and then she showed the way around the place but when I woke up she was gone."
"Woah, scary," she humd. It sounded more like a horror story to her, as if he had seen a passing soul.
He laughed, "But she was so pretty."
"Hmph, sucker for looks aren’t you?" She suddenly pouted without her realization and turned away only to feel his hand poking her cheeks.
"You have sothing you wanted to ask right?"
She nodded as she turned toward him, now more serious than before, "How long have you known ? Since high school?"
He nodded his head.
Then she asked again, "But I don’t rember you. That couldn’t be, right?"
"That ans I’m not too impressive for you to rember," he teased and he laughed though the tone was rather sad when it entered her ears.
"I’m being serious," she told him, "I want to know. How did we et?"
"It wasn’t a good thing to speak about or to bring up," he said as he tapped his knees impatiently. "I didn’t look like now when I was in high school. I was different, gloomy, angry, and a little piece of asshole."
"Woah," so he can curse, she thought in her head. "How bad?"
"Very bad. I had a terrible rebellious phase to the point my mother would be grieving seeing my sudden change. I never followed the rules, I always skipped school and classes, and I— was an extrely rude person who couldn’t keep his mouth shut for the sake of his own life."
She saw him biting his lower lips as if rembering sothing bitter and then punishing his own damn mouth that was too unbearable dirty.
"It didn’t even matter if I was mouthy to others who deserve it but the words ca out my mouth always manage to hurt soone who didn’t deserve it."
"I see," she humd, "So you don’t want to speak about your past because..."
"Because my past self is unbearable."
"But I want you to tell one day," she said as yawn escaped her lips in unison, "Hehe, a delinquent Li ZiChen? I wonder how you look. You have tattoo of a snake on your hand, did you have piercings?"
"I did."
"How many?"
"Full on my left ears but they’re gone now."
"Oh, I would have liked to see it," it was surprising but that bad boy Li ZiChen filled her mind with so much curiosity that she wished she could have seen it. "What about your hair? Did you cut it short?"
"No, it was long to my neck, I would always tie it half."
"An exemplary delinquent aren’t you," she began to snooze, not knowing what else she had heard him say but Li ZiChen’s face as he spoke to her still linger in her mind.
A delinquent. Terrible behavior with mouth as sharp as a blunt dagger, piercing full on his left ear, and a scar on his left hand. What else?
Ah smoke. Cigarette.
Right. That did happen didn’t it?
Suddenly a mory resurface in the depth of her slumber.
She recalled a face of a man who was smoking underneath a tree, holding a thin cigarette between his two fingers as he had blew out a gray cloud from his mouth. His eyes rebellious, his gaze fierce as he smoke with a hint of anger.
"You shouldn’t smoke here," she rembered she warned that darn delinquent. Hand on her hip, she had worn the vest of her the student council on her body as she was the first rank in the entire school’s exam every ti. She stared at the delinquent that had smoked right beside her bicycle and had gave him an earful. "No! You shouldn’t ever smoke in school!"
"But I can smoke outside school? Miss president of the student council, you’re really contradicting, do you know that?"
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