a silly thing because climatology finals tomorrow. yeah. for all other works i’m supposed to be working, i’ll get back on it when semester break comes, don’t worry, i just have really bad attention span, is all.
he hated meeting the relatives, especially family dinners.
perhaps he really should tell on himself about this. 'oh, yi fan, why did you plan to get married anyway? didn't you know that this would happen?' well, it wasn’t like the spirits would grant him a vision about a dark-haired boy that passed his fortune-telling tent one day, but this would have to do.
three days to marry the love of his life, and so he did. anything was better than losing his soul in exchange, though. if by any chance they both don’t seal the deal by the end of the night, kris’s soul will have to bid au revoir.
the wedding was stupendously gaudy and all the snooty aristocrats looked down upon him even when zi tao already took his seat next to the ‘beloved’. love, in yifan’s voodoo terms, was also very loose, for it was all too easy for the ethereal beings to brainwash his pretty peach to love him obsessively—not that he would complain to what zi tao could do under the blankets and with the lights off as he tried with all his might to please his dear yi fan.
so much for attacking the royal snot that came on the same day trying to marry zi tao first, but he had robbed all the man’s worth and claimed them as his mine, so here was mr. huang, eyeing him like an overcooked pot roast.
"daddy, stop it!" yi fan heard his sweetheart whine while his hands gripped on yi fan’s arm. "my husband didn’t do anything. stop making him uncomfortable!"
his lovely little peach. daddy’s little boy. mommy’s favorite child. everyone’s object of desire, but zi tao was yi fan’s alone and he was more than glad when zi tao continued to call him his husband even when he kept arguing with his papa. he supposed this was quite on entertainment—he didn’t like the cajun anyway.
"zi tao, little baby, please listen to your momma." uh-oh, yi fan really should time his cue. momma huang is not the type to like disagreeing people. "a-are you… sure about this? i mean, we’re fine that you love this voodoo man," oh, ha-ha, they didn’t even remember his name, "but we’re worried for you, that’s all. he’s—"
he really resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “he’s what, mom? he’s yi fan and i love him! can we marry now? please?”
"zi tao, i don’t really think—"
"you know what? forget you two. if you won’t bless yi fan’s marriage with me, i’ll just do it myself. he’s mine and i am his so it’s only rational that our bond shall be secured by marriage." those beautiful fingers, the same one that stroked him to hardness last night, grabbed yi fan’s collar and dragged him out. even under the love potion’s effect, zi tao is stil as hot as he is fiery. "come on, yi fan, we’ve got a wedding to do and then we can have some fun."
good thing the love potion won’t wear away if he really does marry zi tao, though, or this would very hard and awkward to explain why they’re both nude under the comforters.
i really should fix the html but i have to go back to study. sorry