Lan Zhan was giving him a window. It was Wei Ying’s job to take the leap and hope he caught him before he plummeted to the stained concrete below.
“Do you want me, Lan Zhan?”
The room was silent.
Lan Zhan had stopped moving, possibly even stopped breathing. Wei Ying certainly had. He didn’t want to ruin their friendship— if this was friendship—
“Want you?” Lan Zhan asked, his voice sounded as delicate as Wei Ying’s will to continue on.
Wei Ying is a poor college student and thinks Lan Zhan wants to provide for him.
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08 Feb 2021