The Superstar's Autograph [YiZhan]

Chapter Eleven

The Superstar's Autograph
_Chapter Eleven

[ Dedicated to TrushaJi]

Credits to the original owner of the instrumental song above.

-Bishounenhow111

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"We're doomed...I couldn't get to school and you..." I trailed off. His concert! What about his concert tonight?! "What to do?" I sneezed and Yibo set off coughing again. I could see that his throat was hurting.

Yibo leaned in and kissed my lips, doing so I closed my eyes feeling the current and speckles of electricity through me. Hot twirls of desire unwound and moved upward, downward, outward. My heart fluttered before it kicked in and started hammering hard against my lungs, shortening my breath, tumbling my stomach from its spot to crash into my hips and flounder there. God, why?

"I'll cancel the concert and reschedule it when I'm feeling better." He said tenderly, studying me. Is it bad that I am yearning for him not to get better so soon?

We broke apart but his hands were stuck in my waist. "You should inform your manager and the production staff. I don't want you to lose your career because of...ME. I'm sorry, Yibo. Truly am." If only I didn't go with him to that frozen lake, eat ice cream and stargaze under the falling snow, he was still healthy today.

"Don't blame yourself. I did this to myself. This just a cold Zhan, no worries. I'll be okay. You too." He put the baseball cap in my head. "Let's buy medicine."

"I can request for our family doctor to be here." My body's temperature ranged higher and I sensed Yibo's too, the tip of his nose and cheeks were turning red. "We shouldn't go out today, we're sick and I want to sleep more." Fever hit both our system and it was not a good sign. This place was far-off from Wuhan, the virus contaminated city but I don't think we'll take any chances. Transmitter of Novel Coronavirus might possibly be anywhere.

"Zhan, I know how to cure fever so please let me be your doctor." A superstar pleading a med student to be his patient.

"Hmm. Don't inject me with anything, though." I said in a simple folkloric way, unburdened by any complexities of thought.

Yibo smiled quietly and swooped me from my feet, he was basically lifting me up like a kid with his arms around my waist and mine were on his shoulders.

"But Zhan Zhan, I already injected you with my large size injection." He held me close to him. His eyes seductively gawked at me...Yibo had that look, that sharp, exposed, sexy, dangerous thing that human beings with any gender just melted for.

Look how I'd melted every time our hands or lips touched...

God...Every muscle in my body was tensed, I felt my cheeks on fire and I looked away from him.

He laughed, that deep enticing laugh. "Wo Ai Ni, Zhan..."

"I know. Stop the romanticism method." I thwacked his head lightly. Who was crack-brained enough to say that words like they were nothing? Wang Yibo. Of course.

"Wow. You think I am romantic?"

I stared at him in disbelief. Why is this guy so difficult?

"No." That was my marvelous response. I regretted it as soon as that term came out from me.

"You admitted it." He playfully grinned, glint in his eyes.

"No is a No." My central and vital organ called heart still pounding rapidly inside my chest.

Okay, maybe something unbelievably wrong is happening. Not just with him, but with me. I love him or not?