Deric and Imposter Zhong

Deric pulled her in front of him.

His thumb softly caressed her fingers.

"But what's important is.... am I wanted by you?" he whispered in a soft baritone voice.

Ambai gazed down at him with a shocked look. She really did expect him to pop such a question. Thinking back, she really did not have any special feelings for him. But now.... somehow she felt her heart being swayed by him.

Her whole body suddenly felt light and a layer of silver shining lights enveloped her. It slowly started to spread from her heart to their connected hands.

As soon as her light touched him, it turned golden and his body starting shining as well.

With her mouth wide agape, she gazed at this. This time there were no tingles, no electric shocks. Just warmth that spread throughout her body.

She really did not know what the special light was, but this light made her feel things that she did not expect. It made her feel powerful. And with his hand in her's, she could feel that she could rule this world.

"Rebus... Rebus...." a soft voice whispered next her ears.

Startled, Ambai gazed around the room. They were the only two inside. No one else. With her free hand, she caressed her tingly ears.

"Did you hear that?" she whispered, gazing down at him.

He shook his head with a small smile. "You don't have to answer me now, little prince. I am willing to wait however long you want." He said and softly kissed her Fingers.

She gaped at him and nodded. "I...I don't know how I feel yet, but..."

The door opened with a bang. A raging imposter Zhong walked in. This time. He was not fuming or cussing. He had a dark look in his eyes as he gazed down at her connected hands.

She pulled her hands and hid it behind her back. Somehow she felt like a cheating wife.

"Zhong, oh you are here. You finished your training right?" she whispered as she walked up to him.

He stood stagnant with no expression on his face. Only his dark eyes followed her every step.

Ambai gulped. 'Oops, I think he is jealous,' she thought.

She held his shoulder and shook him a little. "Zhong?"

He quietly bent down and picked up her discarded book. He held it carefully in his hands and strode away.

Ambai knew that if she didn't follow him now, the silly devil would definitely misunderstand.

"Zhong wait," she shouted as she ran after him. His long strides were hard to keep up with her short legs. She was practically sprinting next to him. "Zhong slow down," she panted.

Only his eyes gazed at her with a cold look. But his legs slowed down, letting her catch up without any strain.

"It was not what it seemed like okay. He was hurt and I wanted to help him," Ambai panted.

If it was the usual Zhong, he would have gazed back and said something along the lines of, "that's what servants are for your highness. Besides, it's not my business to intrude on your lovely meetings,"

He did not look at her even once. She was expecting some sarcastic lines. Maybe she could make him less angry after.

But now... he had a cold face with no word to spare.

She fled her heart thud at this. 'I really don't know what this guy is thinking sometimes. Its normal to be jealous, but he sulks all the time.' She thought with a sigh.

Ambai held his hands and stopped him mid step. "Look at me. Talk to me Zhong, what is wrong?"

He stood still, facing the nearby door.

"Zhong, are you jealous? There is nothing going..." on..

He pulled her towards the unused room and caged her against the door. He was breathing audibly but still he did not even once look at her.

"You.... are you okay? Are you sick?" she whispered and softly caressed his face.

She hates to admit it, but she had grown fond of this silly devil. From his quirky smile to his sarcastic remark, she felt her heart pound every time.

Seeing him so forlorn made her heart ache even more. 'Did I tease him too much? But that's not my intent. I was only trying to help Deric,' she thought.

She cupped his face and made him face her. "Look at me. I was just trying to bandage his wound," she whispered.

His dark eyes finally met hers. He dropped the book in his hand and hugged her tightly. His hands wound around her slender waist. One of his head cradled her head to his chest.

Imposter Zhong softly buried his head in the crook of her neck and breathed in deeply.

"I...I hate it that you run off to other men. Even if they look at you I feel my heart thud in anxiousness. So why?"

He pulled away and gazed down at her.

"So why are you always going to him?" he whispered. His fingers slightly caressed her face. From her eyes to her chin and to her lips, they lingered there, softly touching.

He slowly moved down with his eyes narrowed.

Ambai felt her whole body heat up. Her toes curled up in anticipation. Her heart pounded so hard that she feared he could hear it. She cupped her chest and closed her eyes, waiting for his kiss.