LingYun and Zixin

"Yuxuan?" LingYun muttered. It did reach Yuxuan's ear, causing him to press the brake pedal suddenly.

"Hey, pull over the car there! This is a busy highway," Zixin reacted quickly as those cars passing them created some irritated wind crash sound alternately to both of their ears.

"Release the pedal, Yuxuan!" Zixin gripped Yuxuan's leg, trying to lift it away from the brake pedal.

"What is going on between you two?"

A growling voice with a tinge of indignation came from Yuxuan. It terrified Zixin's lower abdomen in no time and led Zixin's hand to stun along with a shiver.

"Uhm..." Zixin trailed and gulped his guilt; furthermore, his intuition blocked him from sitting back in his seat.

The blowing wind of passing cars aggravated Yuxuan's madness. "Ask where he is right now!" he shrieked.

"Yuxua-" Zixin came up, tried to speak, but...

"Ooo...I'm in his office," Lingyun replied instead.

Immediately, Yuxuan threw that phone at Zixin's lab and shifted the gear. The car moved in a rush. Zixin remained quiet while picking up the phone.

A few minutes later, that car skidded in front of Zixin's office. Yuxuan furiously got out of the car and walked inside as Zixin followed him back.

Barged into the arts department, Yuxuan's eyes rambled over all of the staff, but LingYun wasn't there. He turned around to Zixin, who had just put a brake on his feet before his body bumped into him.

"Where is he?" Yuxuan roared.

"Uh- mmm.. He said, My office." Zixin stammered as he stressed.

A harsh sigh escaped his lips, and he shoved Zixin away from his way as he headed to the elevator.

Soon after entering Zixin's office, Yuxuan went directly to strangle LingYun's neck.

Zixin ran after him and tried to pull off Yuxuan's hand. "Yuxuan, Stop! Yuxuan!" he shouted at him, but nothing be a part of help.

Yuxuan's fingers pricked LingYun's neck when he spotted LingYun's carefree expression and smirked and pointedly winked at Zixin.

"What the hell are you doing?" Zixin yelled at LingYun, his hand still battling to drift Yuxuan's vigorous grip.

"Stop it, Yuxuan!" Zixin shouted. Yuxuan expressed his fuming breath towards Zixin and dropped his hand.

"He is the arts department manager. It is normal for them to contact me." Zixin explained with regret, vacillating to approach Furious-raged Yuxuan.

"Yes, it is normal to wink too!" Lingyun added some oil to the fire and jauntily adjusted his shirt and collar.

"Shut your mouth!" Zixin snarled, clenching and slightly distracting Yuxuan in order to drag him with him.

Yuxuan shook off his hand and crossed his hands across his chest. Pulling an adamant-tinged, infuriating face, Yuxuan demanded, "Fire him!"

Both Zixin and LingYun stop dead. LingYun's Irish rolled to meet Zixin's bothered look.

Yuxuan dropped his hand down. "Why? Firing is normal. I will provide you with the new employee," he suggested.

"No!" Zixin opposed firmly.

To Yuxuan, corner eyes twitched in suspicion.

Zixin quickly stammered as Yuxuan narrowed at him, "It's-it- Ahn! He is experienced, and placing someone new will lessen the speed of the working process since the other staff would take some time to get familiar with the new one. It is impossible to change."

Yuxuan skimped on some seconds to think as if he were considering Zixin's explanation. On the other side, LingYun raised his brows at Zixin questionably while Zixin became anxious between them.

"Okay!" Yuxuan voiced.

A burdenless smile was born on both LingYun and Zixin's faces. However, it didn't even take a minute to stay.

"Fire him after this add-on suit becomes a success," Yuxuan declared, looking at Zixin for a response.

"Sure!"

Zixin replied with a smile and came behind Yuxuan quickly. "Let's go for now, my lovely!" He shoved Yuxuan from behind all the way outside and adamantly didn't even mind LingYun kicking his leg from behind quietly as if he were annoyed with Zixin.

"Why? Why? Why are you pushing me?" Yuxuan resonantly gripped Zixin's hand and dragged him to his front after stepping outside of the office. "I can walk!" With indimated eyes, he said.

That's all! Zixin muted and decided to follow him instead.

Just as he reached the elevator, Yuxuan turned around and faced Zixin, smiling with a closed mouth. "Where are you following me?" he asked.

"To drop you," Zixin innocently said. An additional endearing blink caused Yuxuan to gasp adorably.

"No need!" Yuxuan declined briefly and went inside the elevator.

"Kiss?" asked Zixin, drawing a pitiful expression.

"No!" Yuxuan declined the same, and the elevator closed.

Dissatisfied Zixin, slackened his shoulder, twirled, and turned towards his office.

He got inside, and LingYun dragged him by his hand and shoved him onto the sofa near the door.

"What are you do-"

Zixin swallowed his words back soon after finding LingYun's face proximate to his.

"Will you fire me?" LingYun asked, causing Zixin to gulp his fear again and again and causing him to look away since LingYun would bewitch him in no time.

Then, LingYun sat on his lap, gripped his chin using one hand aggressively, and lifted it to face his. "Look at me!"

Zixin bit his teeth, frustrated. However, in front of God, he couldn't do anything against him. So he was determined to meet his gaze.

"I'm just controlling myself not to make trouble. You should better watch your mouth!" LingYun snarled, sending pressure to the chin through the embedded fingers.

"Ah!"

Zixin groaned and grasped LingYun's hand to remove it away. After much shaking and pinching, Zixin succeeded. LingYun took back his hand.

Twisted left to right his hurting jaw and threw regretful eyes at him, Zixin groused, "Did you ever treat me nice? Even once?"

"Nice?" LingYun uttered, tilting his head to one side.

"Yes!" Zixin asserted, pressing his hand against his chest to escape from him.

LingYun crawled back a little, leaving his private part free. "How about this one, then?" he asked. In the blink of an eye, before Zixin could realise it, LingYun's hand embraced Zixin's peaceful penis, napping under his pants.

"Awh!"

A shock-tinged groan escaped Zixin's lips. As he aroused, his upper body's endearing waggle and toes folded themselves.

Not even a second he spent reconsidering his thought, Zixin instantly grasped LingYun's wrist and growled, looking at LingYun's seductive grip on his penis. "Leave me alone!"

Darting at his eyes, which speak for a warning, LingYun prized a vicious slap on his cheek.

"How dare you raise your voice at me?" LingYun asked. A fury peeked from his voice.