"Oh, sorry," Mikhail chuckled befor

"Oh, sorry," Mikhail chuckled before putting his hands in his lap. The waiter chose then to arrive with Feilong's order of egg noodles and fried rice with a side of aspirin and a glass of water. He thanked the young man when he was through.

"Anything for you, Sir?" the Japanese kid asked Mikhail and Feilong sighed when the man order a bowl of pork ramen.

Feilong grimaced when a sharp pain shot through his head.

Mikhail noticed Feilong's plight. "You should eat something so you can take the aspirin."

"It's disrespectful to start eating once someone else around the table hasn't gotten their food yet," Feilong answered, even though he really wanted to start because the headache was progressing and who knew how long the ramen would take. A minute seemed like an hour as far as he was concerned and he really wanted to take the pain killers right now.

Mikhail smiled coyly. "Don't worry about me, beautiful; your health is more important."

And after those words Feilong watched horrified as Mikhail took up the ceramic soup spoon, dip it in the broth and offered it to him like a mother feeding a child.

"Come on, drink," Mikhail coaxed.

Having decent table manners, which he knew Mikhail wouldn't understand fully since he wasn't Chinese, Feilong wanted to slap the blond's hand away but refrained, that would spill the broth and dirty the tablecloth and floor.

"Stop it."

"Come on, open up," Mikhail smiled and Feilong blushed, lowering his head and looking around to see if anybody was watching them.

"I said to stop, put the soup spoon down…"

"You're so beautiful when you're embarrassed." Mikhail was sure the adoration was evident in is eyes, how could it not be?

Now Feilong felt even more embarrassed at that. But the pain kept knocking in his head like a wood pecker and in a bid to just get this over with and finish, he slurped from the spoon quickly.

"Now there you go, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Mikhail grinned brightly.

Flustered, Feilong grabbed the empty spoon from Mikhail's hand and put it back beside the bowl with the egg noodles. "Why are you even here? Stop stalking me."

The waiter chose then to arrive with the ramen and Mikhail thanked him before focusing back on his date. Yes, date, even if Feilong doesn't know it yet. He took up his chopstick, broke it apart and then took a bite of the saucy noodles.

"You know how much I want you, Feilong. I was so desperate I even went to Asami for help."

Mikhail grimaced and Feilong couldn't hold back a small laugh. "You went to Asami? Of all people you went to Asami for help?"

Mikhail couldn't help the blush that tinted his cheeks when Feilong laughed, it was such a beautiful sound and the man looking at him without a scowl or grimace on his petite face was mesmerizing.

"You're an idiot, you know that Mikhail?" Feilong snorted.

Something in Mikhail's stomach churned pleasantly when Feilong called him by his given name, he never had before and it felt so good hearing it falling from such sublime lips.

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"Oh, xin lỗi," Mikhail chuckled trước khi đặt bàn tay của mình trong vòng của mình. Những người phục vụ đã chọn sau đó đến với của Feilong Huân chương trứng mì và cơm chiên với một bên của aspirin và một ly nước. Ông cảm ơn người đàn ông trẻ khi ông đã thông qua."Bất cứ điều gì cho bạn, Sir?" Nhật bản girl hỏi Mikhail và Feilong thở dài khi người đàn ông đặt một bát thịt lợn ramen.Feilong grimaced khi một cơn đau sắc nét bắn qua đầu của mình.Mikhail nhận thấy hoàn cảnh của Feilong. "Bạn nên ăn một cái gì đó để bạn có thể mất các aspirin.""Nó là disrespectful bắt đầu ăn khi người khác xung quanh bảng đã không nhận được thực phẩm của họ được nêu ra," Feilong trả lời, mặc dù ông thực sự muốn bắt đầu vì nỗi đau đầu tiến bộ và ai biết bao lâu ramen sẽ mất. Một phút có vẻ như một giờ xa như ông đã được quan tâm và ông thực sự muốn có thuốc giảm đau ngay bây giờ.Mikhail cười coyly. "Đừng lo lắng về tôi, đẹp; sức khỏe của bạn là quan trọng."Và sau khi những từ Feilong theo dõi sợ hãi như Mikhail chiếm muỗng canh gốm, nhúng nó trong canh và cung cấp nó với anh ta như một người mẹ nuôi một đứa trẻ."Come on, uống," Mikhail coaxed.Có cách cư xử bảng phong nha, mà ông biết Mikhail sẽ không hiểu hoàn toàn kể từ khi ông không phải là Trung Quốc, Feilong muốn slap của tóc vàng tay đi nhưng refrained, mà sẽ tràn canh và bẩn vải và sàn."Ngăn chặn nó.""Come on, mở ra," Mikhail cười và Feilong trang, giảm đầu và nhìn xung quanh để xem nếu bất kỳ ai xem chúng."I said to stop, put the soup spoon down…""You're so beautiful when you're embarrassed." Mikhail was sure the adoration was evident in is eyes, how could it not be?Now Feilong felt even more embarrassed at that. But the pain kept knocking in his head like a wood pecker and in a bid to just get this over with and finish, he slurped from the spoon quickly."Now there you go, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Mikhail grinned brightly.Flustered, Feilong grabbed the empty spoon from Mikhail's hand and put it back beside the bowl with the egg noodles. "Why are you even here? Stop stalking me."The waiter chose then to arrive with the ramen and Mikhail thanked him before focusing back on his date. Yes, date, even if Feilong doesn't know it yet. He took up his chopstick, broke it apart and then took a bite of the saucy noodles."You know how much I want you, Feilong. I was so desperate I even went to Asami for help."Mikhail grimaced and Feilong couldn't hold back a small laugh. "You went to Asami? Of all people you went to Asami for help?"Mikhail couldn't help the blush that tinted his cheeks when Feilong laughed, it was such a beautiful sound and the man looking at him without a scowl or grimace on his petite face was mesmerizing."You're an idiot, you know that Mikhail?" Feilong snorted.Something in Mikhail's stomach churned pleasantly when Feilong called him by his given name, he never had before and it felt so good hearing it falling from such sublime lips.