Resolution III

As he stepped into his bedroom, Yuliang's eyes were drawn to the red and black fabric of his robe in the laundry basket.

While the red and black colours of their Healer's robes were due to them being the internationally recognized colours of Fiore, the colours also had the added benefit of covering up any visible evidence of blood.

If it weren't for the distinct metallic smell and the hardened clumps of fabric from where the blood dried, no one would have been able to notice the difference.

Snorting at his train of thought, Yuliang tiredly flopped onto the bed.

He'd spent a long time in the shower, scrubbing himself thoroughly to the point of sensitivity.

His nightly routine of brushing his teeth and hair had been done in a daze, his mind too preoccupied with the events of the evening to fully focus on anything.

Yuliang had gotten into plenty of scuffles and uncomfortable situations in his life. It was a given for an omega without wealth and guards to protect them. He was used to harassment, verbal abuse, and everything else that being an omega entailed, and he always made sure that each and every favour was returned with interest, but Yuliang had never once been someone to take back the punishment he inflicted before.

Healing Carlton's injuries made sense. It would be too incriminating if the man went home looking like he was the one that got assaulted, but there was no reason for Yuliang to take back his decision to have Carlton kicked out of the university. The man was a risk to all the people around him if he had the guts to attempt assaulting Yuliang in broad daylight.

So, why the fuck had Yuliang retracted his decision?

Yuliang twisted up to face the ceiling with a sigh, eyes weighing down from his exhaustion.

Well, there wasn't any point thinking about it now.

Yuliang will let things be as they are, but if Dickless puts even one toe out of line in the future, he'll make sure to put that bitch in place again.

By whatever means necessary.