WARNING: HORRIBLE

  The next day Yifan woke up without Luhan at his side. He sighs, he hope that the poison wear off. Yifan sit up, put on his boxer and pray for his life as he walks out of the room. He pauses awhile at the hallway, Luhan is cooking and she’s singing. Well that’s a good sign... maybe. He walks downstairs and to the kitchen. He crosses his fingers, hoping Luhan is back to normal but hope fails him. Luhan is still in the heat, she is wearing his black plaid shirt, just only his shirt. Even if the shirt looks big on her but it fail to cover up her legs. He leans backwards on the wall, runs his hands through his locks, he never knew his poison will last this long. Yifan takes a deep breath, recollecting himself. He quickly stomps inside, “Good morning Luhan” he takes out a cup and pour coffee for himself. He tried to avoid staring at Luhan’s leg. He chunk down his coffee, not caring if the liquid burns his tongue. Luhan turn to look at him. A smug smile appears on her face. “Good morning honey” he tiptoes then kisses his cheek, Yifan’s heart explode. “Breakfast is ready” she chirps, Yifan sit himself in front of her. Yifan nearly chocked his drink when he realizes she is wearing his V neck shirt. Her top are slightly expose but Yifan will see it all if she bents down. Yifan chunk down his drink again and stuff large amount of food in his mouth. “You’re not going to work today?” Yifan ask, not looking up. Luhan hum “No, I’m taking the day off. I don’t feel well.” He feels her feet runs from his leg to his inner thigh. “I feel hot. I don’t think I can work at this condition” Yifan almost chocked on his food. He quickly drinks then sighs. He needs to figure out how to make the poison wear off.

  Yifan feels hopeless; he tried lot of things, nothing work. He tried to make her sleep for hours; make that special herbal drink his master taught him for curing poison – anything! He finally gives up. He sits on the couch, stares at the TV screen, Luhan is watching cartoon. What is call again? Adventure time? “Yifan” Luhan calls him softly, he look down on his laps where her head is “I’m bored” she rubs his inner thigh; Yifan in a deep breath. “And this heat is killing me” she whine. Yifan bit his lower lip, trying not to moan when Luhan reach his growing bulge. She giggles “Aw” she poke the obvious tent “I see someone needs some attention.” Yifan lets out a shaky breath, he grips her writs. There is only way to end this and he hope