6 6~ |Indoor Hurricane|

12 Hours Earlier

"Morning, Zhan." a middle-aged man greeted Xiao Zhan as the young guy walked inside.

"Good morning, boss," replied Xiao Zhan as he walked to the employee's room to leave his bag and returned to begin his usual duties. He was so deep in thought while setting up the tables that he didn't even notice his boss was standing beside him.

"Hey, Zhan. Are you feeling okay?" asked his boss worriedly.

"Oh, I'm okay, boss. Why are you asking?"

"I can clearly see black circles on your eyes. Did you not sleep well last night?"

'No boss. I didn't get to sleep last night because some elf king came to my house and claimed my own bed. I had to sleep on the small sofa even when it was MY OWN house. If that wasn't enough, he even woke me up so early to make breakfast for him!' These were what processing inside Xiao Zhan's head, but he knew better than to say them out loud. First, his boss would think he crazy. After all, no one had ever seen an elf nowadays. Never even mind the king. Second, it'd be a long story to explain.

"I'm fine, boss. Nothing to worry about." He said to his boss with his usual cheerful smile, hoping to drop the subject.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Skeptically, the middle-aged man asked again. His face depicted genuine care for he considered Xiao Zhan as his own kin.

Xiao Zhan maintained his smile. "Yes, boss. Everything is alright."

"Okay. If you say so then." The boss stepped closer and patted the young guy on the shoulder. "Remember, you can come to me anytime if you have any problem."

After receiving a nod, the middle-aged man walked back to the kitchen to resume his restaurant's duty. Xiao Zhan watched until the kitchen wall completely hid his boss from him before he murmured to himself. "Everything is alright, right?"

Meanwhile at Xiao Zhan's house...

"What is this foreign thing? Why doesn't the whole Aldous have it? Not even my castle." Yibo turned the remote control in his palms and looked at it in bewilderment. Suddenly, his finger pressed the 'on' button unknowingly, making a black tv screen filled with motion pictures.

It was an ancient movie where ministers were having a meeting with their king.

"Finally, something I'm familiar with." Yibo stared at the screen as the setting of the castle was in a similar style to his. He didn't even wonder why he was seeing things from a small box for he was too engaged in seeing something that was familiar to him.

Just then...

"You incompetent king, you deserve to die! I'll be the one to put an end to it." echoed a man voice from the movie.

"What?!" Yibo watched in horror as the sword pierce the king's heart, soaking the golden robe with crimson. "How dare you rebels assassinate the king in the presence of me? I'll teach you a lesson myself."

No one had to guess what happened for the sound of smashing and glass shattering could be heard afterward.

A few minutes later...

"The rice is cooked! The rice is cooked!" a cute voice echoed from a rice cooker.

"There's an intruder? Where are you? Show yourself!" Yibo cautiously walked around the house, in search of the source of the voice.

"The rice is cooked. The ri-"

"Found you." He threw the rice cooker on the floor. "Now, is there any more intruder?" he muttered to himself as he roamed off from one room to another in the small house.

Yibo found himself very busy during the twelve-hour waits for Xiao Zhan that day.

12 hours later...

"Wang Yibo!!!" Xiao Zhan screamed as soon as he opened the door to his house. He kept shouting from the front door until he came across Yibo who emerged from the bedroom.

"How dare you call the king by his name? You-"

"Oh yeah, I DO DARE!" Xian was pointing his finger at Yibo. "And not just addressing you by the name, I even dare to hit you right now." As soon as he finished saying, he jumped on Yibo with the urge to strangle him.

But of course, being the king of the elf was no joke. Apart from wielding magic, he had undergone serious martial arts training since he was a child. He took one step to the side gracefully and stared at Xiao Zhan with a smirk as the latter was lying prone on the floor.

"Ow..." Xiao Zhan stroked his red-tinged nose.

"Pathetic." Yibo hissed. "Don't you mortal ever dare to dream of touching even a single strand of my hair."

"Oh yeah?!" Xiao Zhan got up and brushed the dirt away from his clothes. "Then somebody has a bad memory."

"What?"

This time, it was Xiao Zhan who smirked. "Well, you said that no one will able to lay a hand on you. Yet, have you forgotten that this mortal has touched you twice?"

Yibo went quiet for several seconds as if to bring back those not so old memories. Once he regained them, a murderous intend was emitting from his eyes as he directed them at Xiao Zhan. "What. Did. You. Just. Say?" The question was asked threateningly that send chills to the receiving end. Not to mention that with each word enunciated, it brought the towering figure closer to Xiao Zhan.

Gulping, Xiao Zhan back away each step at the time, while questioning himself of why he had to dig his own grave just now.

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