One of the kinder officers stepped forward. "We had a noise complaint. We won’t write you up this ti, but next ti, I will slap you with a fine."
Xiang Yu flashed a dazzling smile that montarily enchanted the officers, leaving them standing still. "I am so, so sorry, officers. It won’t happen again. Can I offer you so drinks? You must be running a tight shift."
Old Song, seeing Xiang Yu’s coquettish behavior, smacked him upside the head. Xiang Yu blinked in surprise. "Old man, what was that for?"
Old Song scolded, "They let you off, and now you want to bribe them?"
Xiang Yu rubbed the back of his head, while the twins burst into laughter. The officers, slightly bewildered by the scene, exchanged glances. The kinder officer cleared his throat. "Just keep it down, alright?"
"Will do, officer," Xiang Yu replied, his tone sincere.
Old Song said, "Let show you out. You boys must be busy tonight." Xiang Yu smiled at the officers again, and the nice one almost tripped as they walked into the elevator. Old Song escorted them out, his deanor polite but firm. As the officers walked to their patrol cars, one of them muttered, "It should be illegal to be that handso. What is he, the devil?"
After they drove off, a black car parked to the side rolled down its window, and Han Zhan popped his head out. He and Han Xin had rushed over after hearing there was trouble, but upon seeing the patrol cars, they had waited. Han Zhan opened the car door and said to Han Xin, "Even officers are srised. Xiang Yu is like a sucubus."
Han Xin didn’t reply, his pace quickening with anxiety. He couldn’t describe the feeling gnawing at him. He pressed the panel on the side of the garage door, and Old Song, still irritable from the police visit, opened the door with a gruff, "What now?" He had assud it was the police again, but when he saw the son of the dragon head standing there, tall and expressionless, his anger flared.
"You... leave here this instant. Your father had his father killed, yet you have the audacity to show up here," Old Song spat.
Han Xin clenched his jaw. What did his father’s deeds have to do with him? And what did Old Song an by saying his father got Xiang Shu killed? Wasn’t it Xiang Shu who had rushed in to take the bullet for his father? Either way, Han Xin wasn’t leaving without checking on Xiang Yu. He pushed the old man aside.
Old Song tried to attack Han Xin, but Han Zhan grabbed his wrist, smiling. "Old man, don’t make trouble. We are Yu Yu’s friends and just want to check on him, that’s all."
"Let go of ," Old Song demanded, and Han Zhan raised his hands in surrender. They entered the elevator, and as it ascended, Old Song said, "You should leave him alone. You’ll put him in danger if you keep him by your side. Look what happened today. Your old man did this. Haven’t you taken enough from him?"
Han Xin was forced to endure the old man’s nagging until the elevator doors opened, and they stepped into the apartnt. The tension in the air was palpable, but Han Xin’s determination to see Xiang Yu was unwavering.
When the doors slid open, revealing Han Xin to the sight of Lian and i sitting on the couch, engrossed in a video ga. Their faces were lit up by the screen, their fingers moving rapidly over the controllers. Old Song rushed over, montarily forgetting his anger at Han Xin’s presence. "Hey, hey, you shouldn’t play that! It’s too violent," he scolded, trying to wrestle the controllers away from the twins.
While Old Song argued with Lian and i, Han Xin ascended the stairs with the confidence of soone who owned the place. Han Zhan, curious about the source of a delicious aroma, wandered into the kitchen. There, he found Little Bai standing by the microwave, his face ashen and distracted. Steam was billowing out of the microwave, and Han Zhan quickly pressed the stop button.
"Kid, what are you thinking?" Han Zhan asked, pulling the mug out of the microwave. The milk had spilled over, creating a ss. Little Bai, startled, tried to take the microwave plate from him, but Han Zhan dodged. "Your fingers are trembling. Are you okay?"
Little Bai sniffled, on the verge of tears. "It was so scary," he whispered.
Han Zhan, unaccustod to comforting anyone, awkwardly patted Little Bai’s shoulder. "You are okay, aren’t you?"
"But what if they co back?" Little Bai asked, his voice trembling.
"They won’t co back," Han Zhan assured him. "Besides, you guys will live with us for a while, you know, until it’s safe to return. So don’t cry."
Little Bai wiped his tears and nodded, feeling a bit reassured. anwhile, Xiang Yu stood in the bathroom, examining the cuts on his chest and shoulders from the shattered glass in the shop. Old Song hadn’t had the ti to examine him thoroughly, so he hadn’t noticed the small wound in his abdon with glass embedded in his skin. Deciding to take it out himself, Xiang Yu gritted his teeth and prepared to remove the shard.
The door suddenly opened, and without looking back, Xiang Yu said, "Good, Little Bai, you are here. Take this out for ." He turned around and found himself face-to-face with Han Xin.
Xiang Yu blinked in surprise. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice a mix of irritation and surprise. Twice, twice this man had waltzed into his room like he owned the place. At this point he was pretty sure he would press him down on the bed and ravish him.
Han Xin’s chest rose and fell his eyes lingering on Xiang Yu’s chest and abdon. His Adam’s apple bobbed and said, "You are hurt?... Let help you."
Xiang Yu who didn’t want to bother Han Xin with this said, "Don’t worry about it. Just call old Song, he will take care of it."
Instead of going out Han Xin closed the door and said, "You were about to ask Little Bai. What, is it because you don’t want my help?" Xiang Yu licked his lower lip thinking, ’No Xin-ge, I am afraid I will get horny if you touch there.’
Before Xiang Yu could even reply he was grabbed by Han Xin taken to the bathroom. There was a dical kit on the counter so he washed his hands and Xiang Yu kept staring at his handso side profile looking as though he was in a trance.
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