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13

Three hours later, someone knocked on Wang's door, startling him awake. With his eyes squeezed tightly shut, he struggled to open them before finally managing to do so. When his eyes finally open, he looked up to see Zhan towering over him.

Startled, Wang instinctively covered his body with his hands, as if he was a child hiding from an imaginary threat. Zhan couldn't help but giggle at his childish behavior.

Wang, realizing his foolishness, quickly gathered his wits.

Freshen up and come to the room opposite yours," Zhan said before walking out. Wang, still feeling disoriented, took a moment to freshen up and gather his thoughts. He then headed over to the room opposite the room he slept in.

When Wang knocked and entered the room, he noticed two people standing. Their expressions were warm and welcoming. Politely, they greeted Wang, who responded with a friendly hello. For a moment Wang thought he was in a boutique before seeing a massive bed. This has to be the proud hybrid room, he thought, admiring the luxurious furnishings and elegant decor.

They selected clothes for Wang to wear and they gestured towards the bathroom. When he entered, he was surprised to discover that the bathroom was the same size as their entire house. Amused, he laughed at himself as he looked around. After a few moments, he decided to change into the clothes they had chosen for him.

When he came out of the bathroom, the two guys standing nearby couldn't help but look at him. They nodded disapprovingly, and Wang turned and walked back inside to change into another outfit.

After the seventh change, Wang finally looked exquisite. The clothes fit him perfectly and complemented his physique. One of the guys couldn't help but stare at him, his eyes wide open with admiration.

"If you don't take your eyes off my mate, I will gouge your eyes out," Zhan said menacingly, his voice icy, as he stood up from the chair he was sitting in. The guy immediately averted his gaze and took a step back, realizing the danger he had put himself in.

"I... I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice shaky. He quickly apologized for his behavior.

Wang couldn't believe Zhan was there the whole time, silently observing his multiple outfit changes.

"I like this one," Zhan said, smiling and openly looking at Wang. Wang chuckled nervously but didn't say anything.

Zhan walked to his dress mirror and picked up his "Shumukh" perfume bottle. He sprayed it on Wang's body, focusing on the back of his ears, hands, and neck. Even though he had no interest in pursuing a relationship with Zhan, he couldn't deny that Zhan looked gorgeous, and his scent was heavenly. Wang knew he smelled delicious and felt a rush of confidence, though he maintained his steady stoic face. It took Wang a minute to realize that he and Zhan both smelled the same.

Zhan smiled as he sniffed Wang, whispering beside his ear, "You smell heavenly." Irritated by the comment, Wang awkwardly shifted away, unsure of how to respond.

Zhan pulled a watch from his pocket and sucked in a sharp breath as he moved closer to wang. "Your hand?" he asked, looking into Wang's eyes. To avoid an argument, Wang stretched his hand out and Zhan wore the watch for him. A matching watch. The hybrid is really crazy, Wang thought.