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“Hi, sorry I’m late.” He sounds a bit breathless. His jet-black hair is swept up from his forehead, although a few loose strands fall across his brow on one side. Xiaozhan likes the young alpha’s usual unruly, messy hair from beneath his helmet, but with the absence of his jacket, means he isn’t riding his Ducati today. “I went to get you flowers,” he continues, slightly lifting the bouquet of round, pink peonies in his hands. The smile on his lips is earnest and confident, even though Xiaozhan can still notice the slightly bashful glint in his eyes. “Thank you,” Xiaozhan answers gratefully, accepting the flowers being presented to him. Hmm. A younger alpha who insists on taking him on dates and buying him flowers when they agreed that he just needs a heat partner. Xiaozhan gazes down at the bouquet in his hands, trying to count how many peonies are tucked inside the white paper wrapping. Nine, ten, twelve, fourteen… “Should we go now? Although, ah… I only had a quick shower at the dance studio, so I might smell a bit funny.” He lifts his eyes towards the man in front of him, who is now rubbing the back of his neck nervously. The movement stretches the collar of his white shirt, and Xiaozhan catches sight of a few birds tattooed in flight formation, peeking out from the back of his shoulder towards his neck. “No, no, not at all,” Xiaozhan says hurriedly. Who is he to talk when he is still in his work attire, with his office building looming behind him and the alpha’s black Audi parked among the cars belonging to the company’s executives? Besides, the alpha’s pheromones mingling with his own musk have been driving him to the very edge of his sanity, what with his pre-heat symptoms. Wang Yibo, Xiaozhan thinks, will be the death of him.

ACD is accompanying his mom on a diplomatic visit to China where one of the ministers’ sons is tasked with showing him around the city. When the president’s son joins them for dinner, Alex realizes he’s stuck between two guys who secretly like each other. Should he call Henry?

they look so happy but so shy like two seasoned actors who just returned to the industry after getting married and giving the first interview as a couple after their wedding

“Baby, what do we say about having too many sweets?” Suo Er stops chewing at his father’s voice and begins looking at his grandma silently for support. Yibo clears his throat and eyes his mother across the room, silently giving her an I-told-you-he-was-strict look.