Yibo kicks at Xiao Zhan’s ankle.
Xiao Zhan ignores him.
Yibo sighs heavily, looks down at his phone, scrolls a little. Takes a sip of water. Kicks Xiao Zhan’s ankle again.
“My friend,” Xiao Zhan says absently. “Do you remember? About the murder?”
“I do.” Yibo says it cheerfully and is pleased when Xiao Zhan drops his phone into his lap and turns fully towards Yibo. “Do you remember how pretty I am, though?”
Xiao Zhan tilts his head at him. “How could I forget, Wang Yibo?”
Yibo feels his grin get bigger—he can’t help it. What is it about Xiao Zhan using his full name like that that gets him going? He just likes it so much. He wants him to do it again.
Will I ever get tired of fics set during that magical summer? Nope. Especially when they’re delicious and hot like this one.