PLEASE NOT BE HIM | Dylan Wang

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Zhi Rou's POV

"Stupid rock." I said kicking it away from my sight. I paused, "Stupid dirt."

"Stupid Wang." I added.

Ugh, just having a thought of what happened earlier makes me irritatingly frustrated!

But he said "thank you" though

STILL there's something...Like he doesn't mean it. Or it could be

I looked down.

My chest?

HOLY MO—

A smirking yet judging face of Dylan hit my head, it was freaking vivid. Did he just literally saw my ni—

OKAY TIME OUT FOR THAT.

I covered my chest with my arm and ran as fast as I could back home dying out of embarrassment.

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Dylan Wang's POV

As soon as I shut the door close. I started grinding like a complete lunatic.

She had no idea how ridiculous she looked like.

And oh—

Never mind. I won't bring something up here. Let's talk about the food that, 'that Zhi Ruo' brought me.

Honestly speaking, I'm starving.

I untied the pink silk ribbon wrapped around the food container and as soon as I open the lid my eyes bulge out.

The delicious scent of Char Siu (Chinese Barbeque Pork) alongside a green bean and the Szechwan Shrimp greeted my nose.

I didn't waste anytime and I quickly wolf down the food.

"So good." I blurted out letting out a soft gasp from the amazing taste penetrating my taste buds.

"This is good as the fine restaurant my Mum, Dad and I usually goes for a family day."

Those days.

It will remind just a memory from now on and then. I mean, they're getting divorce.

I snap out of it and finish my dinner by drinking an ice cold water. I burped afterwards.

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"Ugh. Why do I feel itchy?" Dylan scratches.

He's been changing position for who knows how many times. It's really really uncomfortable for him.

He moves again.

"Now I'm getting hotter." He breathe deeply.

"Oh forget it." Dylan stood up from his messy sleeping position and went to the kitchen to go get some water.

Once he walk pass to the huge mirror. He noticed something different almost immediately he walked back and took a view of himself.

There were patches of red marks on his skin, starting from the bottom up to his head. It's itchy and hot.

BUT he didn't panicked or get worried. He's not even surprised at all.

"Damn, allergies." I said as I scratch the back of my neck and my burning hot arms.

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I threw the plastic bag full of medicines onto the table and flop onto my bed as soon as I took of my sweatshirt and pants.

I sleep with my boxers on, don't be a pervy.

After a while, I could feel my surrounding gets a little bit shaky and my eyes shut down from tiredness and dizziness.

I'll just sleep this off. I'm gonna be better next morning.