because each story can have only 200 parts and I am a terribly long winded person, hence the overflow to Volume 2.
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Fanfiction from an overactive imagination & random fandom.
Once again disclaimers: This is a fan fiction inspir...
From what Xu Feng had heard, Zhang Zhehan started a street fashion brand and it was doing great. Every collection sold out, snapped up by his fans and justice supporters alike. Well, this never-say-die, never-give-up attitude was just like him.
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Zhang Zhehan finished pouring out a herbal chicken soup into a bowl and brought it over. "Here, my mum made this. Drink it while it is hot."
Xu Feng sat back up and took the soup over. "Thank you; you didn't have to do this."
"I can't possibly say no to your superstar boyfriend's request, can I?" Zhang Zhehan grinned and pointed to the thermal bag on the desk. "My mum also made Jiangxi spicy noodles, the mild version."
Xu Feng raised his eyebrows in curiosity. "I haven't had that dish before. Please thank your mother for me."
Zhang Zhehan gestured at him to finish the soup before looking around. "I didn't expect that our next meeting would be like this. I thought we would be having dinner, or a drink."
"Junjun overreacts sometimes." Xu Feng chuckled indulgently. "These are just superficial wounds."
"Thankfully your face is spared." Zhang Zhehan took off his hat and peered closely at his face. Xu Feng's facial hair had grown out after a few days of not shaving, accentuating his craggily handsome features. His handsomeness was just as as Zhang Zhehan had remembered, a totally different look from the pale, pretty faces flooding the entertainment industry. This was a man who would still ooze masculinity even when rocking a dress.
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They continued to chat cordially, conversing about the city they were in. Even though they knew a great deal about the other, they couldn't be considered as friends, so they spoke only about general things, like if Xu Feng was bothered by the ever-present din of the nearby airplanes.
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