"Thank you. I'll keep it in mind. If ... If I need it." He was sure it was about Xue Yang. It was probably fair. Anyone who knew him must know how unpredictable and terrifying he was. One day, he could be sweet and cute, the next he was dragging him into his murder room and torturing him. "I hope I don't."

He watched Xue Yang, dancing with the other boy, feeling oddly resigned to it. Yes, he was jealous but this was the inevitable part. He was not going to fuck Xue Yang today. Xue Yang was going to fuck him over. "He always pulls, I would imagine. Xue Yang is very handsome. He knows it too, he always makes me call him cute or handsome. He feels he deserves it."