Chapter 12 (1/2)

Chapter 12

Dark clouds obscured the moonlight, the area around the factory was quiet, while at the far distance, the wind was wailing in mourning. Yan Hao climbed the iron ladder in two steps, then poked his head from the edge of the back compartment and caught a glimpse of Si Nan sitting on the top of the car: “What’s wrong? Get down!”

Just as he said this, Si Nan’s figure moved and glanced over at him. The man gave him a look, but he couldn’t see his expression.

Immediately after that, Si Nan grabbed the edge of the driver seat’s side window, and swung his legs. He did a neat flip and entered directly from the roof into the car!

Yan Hao was a bit shaken by the sight of his arched back and only reacted after a moment delay, “Si Nan, hey!”

The next moment the armored car suddenly started, moving through the front yard, doing a full turn to the back of the building.

Yan Hao was nearly thrown off the car, but fortunately, when he landed he did a roll and was able to stand up immediately. Stunned, he wondered, “He… this… What the h.e.l.l just happened?”

Hot water sprinkled down, the bathroom was quickly filled with white steam.

The blood on his palm was carried away by the water, and soon the the slightly white-looking wound stopped bleeding. Si Nan heaved a long sigh and moved to lower the water temperature when the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open. “Are you ok? Did you get injured?”

Si Nan looked back and saw Yan Hao standing by the door.

“Are you hurt?” Yan Hao asked again, his tone showing the obvious tension he was feeling.

“…” Si Nan went back to the shower, “No.”

He could feel Yan Hao’s suspicious gaze from across the bathroom gla.s.s: “Are you angry?”

“No.”

“……Then why did you run?”

Si Nan did not answer.

Yan Hao’s suspicion re-newed. He studied Si Nan’s figure through the water vapor covered gla.s.s, and felt that the other guy’s posture was unusually tight.

In actuality, it was difficult to see anything under such visual condition, but amidst the sound of falling water, his eyesight suddenly became extraordinarily sharp, he even noticed the meticulous details of Si Nan’s neck-to-shoulders curvature. The man was standing sideways in the shower, showing off his back and body; they looked thin, so unlike the swift and fierce image he gave off.

But his explosive force was very strong. Was it because the relations.h.i.+p between his muscle fibers was very tight?

In that moment, a thought entered Yan Hao’s mind: even for a beta, his body is way too thin.

What did he do before the apocalypse? He never talked about his experiences, what secrets is he hiding?

“……I said,” Si Nan’s voice pierced his pondering, saying slowly, “have you seen enough?”

Yan Hao: “?”

“Can you go out now?”

Yan Hao: “…”

Yan Hao finally returned to reality. At the same time, all the blood in his body  rushed to the top of his head, he hurriedly turned and stumbled  out of the bathroom.

“Yo,” Zhou Rong slammed open the dormitory door with a cigarette hangging off his hands, and greeted Yan Hao. He then asked vaguely, “What about him?” Si Nan rus.h.i.+ng alone to this single-door dormitory must be a bad sign.

Yan Hao stood by the bedside table, feeling his heart beating a little faster, yet he had no clue as to what was this strange excitement he was feeling. At Zhou Rong’s question, he pointed to the bathroom’s door.

Zhou Rong threw him half a pack of cigarettes: “Tribute from those idiots.” Then he walked into the dorm and opened the bathroom door, “Hey, you …”

Si Nan turned back to the bathroom door, thinking Yan Hao had come in again: “I said you …”

However, the moment he turned his head, he was immediately faced with Zhou Rong.

Instantly, alarm bells rang inside Si Nan’s mind; he had never been more consciousness of his gender than he was at the moment. If there was no gla.s.s barrier between them, perhaps he would have taken his towel and hanged Zhou Rong right there.

“Get out–OUT–!”

Zhou Rong trembled and slammed the bathroom door close.

“Are you a woman?” Baffled, Zhou Rong huffed and shouted at the door. “Also, who allowed you to use the hot water like this! I haven’t had a shower for days, you know?”

“Did he get sick or something?” Zhou Rong pointed at the door and asked Yan Hao.

“…… He was very gentle to me just now.” Yan Hao, “May be he is only rough because it’s you.”

“The group stayed,” Zhou Rong said ten minutes later, sitting on the edge of the bed with a golden knife and smoking a cigarette.

Yan Hao was standing with his back to the windowsill, holding a cigar in the same posture as Zhou Rong’s. The single dorm was filled with the smell of nicotine.

Si Nan glanced at them while toweling his wet hair. He couldn’t understand why, if they had time, these people didn’t do something useful like patrolling instead of just sitting around in this room. But out of habit, he did not ask, and simply issued an “ah” sound as acknowledgement.

“Why did you run before?” Zhou Rong frowned, ” I would’ve liked to let that boy kowtow to you, or do you want to let him do it in public tomorrow?”

Si Nan replied: “No.”

Zhou Rong and Yan Hao shared a glance.

“…… Are you mad?” Zhou Rong asked tentatively.

Si Nan: “?”

“Isn’t all alpha like that?” Si Nan said, “It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last. But what can you do? Throw them out to fend for themselves?”

He went back to towelling his hair in front of the mirror and missed the unreadable expression on both Zhou Rong and Yan Hao’s faces. After a while, Zhou Rong coughed, seeming like he wanted to say something, but in the end he raised hands and let it go.