There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Chapter 214. Day of Contending Wealth

"Hey,"

Zein blinked his eyes opened. He was only planning to close his eyes for a bit to calm himself, but he almost drifted into sleep as he leaned back on the couch. The familiar husky voice pulled him to the surface, and the amber eyes he saw the moment he opened his eyes flooded his cold heart with warmth.

Without thinking much, he reached out his hand almost like an instict, pulling the handsome face and pressed their lips together. It was brief, but enough to put a smile back on his face.

"You’re done with your own thing?" Zein asked as Bassena nuzzled his neck from behind, arms circling the guide’s torso.

"No," Bassena lifted his face and replied with a smile. "But some little birds told me you were upset."

And that was enough for him to bolt out of the conference room and headed back to the hotel while listening to Nadine’s explanation of what transpired in the guides conference.

"Ah..." Zein chuckled and tapped on the esper’s arms. "Get over here, I want to see your face," he gestured to the couch, and Bassena immediately jumped over the backrest, didn’t even bother to circle around.

The moment Bassena seated on the couch, Zein laid his head on the esper’s lap. The amber eyes widened, the brows above them arched in delightful surprise. It was usually Bassena who used Zein’s thigh as a pillow, so this was a nice change. Not just for the intimate gesture, but the fact that Zein seemed to try relaxing after a bad day--something that needed to be coerced from him in the past.

And Zein wasn’t just laying on Bassena’s lap, but reaching up to play with the esper’s face; stroking the sharp jaw and feeling the slight stubble while enjoying the handsome visage.

"Heard you gave the guides quite a fright," Bassena grinned. As much as Zein enjoyed the view, Bassena also enjoyed the indulgence, scratching the guide’s scalp gently to relax the man further.

"Maybe," Zein blinked slowly; relishing the delightful touch while fulfilling his own contentment. "I just...I guess those things end up pouring out."

Some of the stagnant, rotting water that he only kept inside before.

"Personally, I regret not being able to see it," the amber eyes twinkled for a second, before they dimmed slightly while looking at Zein. "But as much as I like it, you’re probably thinking that it might be detrimental to the project, aren’t you?"

Zein let out a sefl-deprecating smirk. Bassena truly knew him well. "That’s natural, isn’t it?"

"Well..." the esper stared into the blue eyes, smiling charmingly. "Rather than worrying about it, we can just ask Radia tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Zein arched his brow. Why not asked the Guildmaster today, though? They had commlink and everything.

"Yep, tomorrow," Bassena repeated. "Because today, I want to take you on a date."

Zein raised his body and looked at Bassena with narrowed eyes. "A date?"

"Well, I mean...we have a whole city to tour and everything," the esper shrugged, fishing out a helicopter ignition key from his pocket. "Just saying."

Basdena waited for a response, but Zein just sat there with an expressionless face, so he was getting flustered. Perhaps it wasn’t the time yet? Maybe Zein wanted to solve this quickly first?

So he retreated his hand and let out an awkward laugh. "Or not, haha--"

His words were drowned by a sudden, passionate kiss. When the guide parted their lips, he could see Zein’s lips curled, and they did have that date--but not before he got dragged by the guide to the bedroom.

After all, they couldn’t afford to defile another aircraft.

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"Will it get us into trouble?"

Zein wasted no time asking Radia the next day, the moment the man graced them with his presence again, right before the auction started. They were still waiting for Rina to get ready, so Zein used the time to ask Radia about it.

"Why do you think so?"

"Because I confront the mainstream," Zein, perching on the sofa’s backrest, shrugged.

Typically, going against the mainstream and creating controversy was something that shouldn’t be done when they were trying to gain support and approval. Particularly, not by lashing out in the middle of a convention and ending it with a walkout.

"Mainstream...mainstream, huh?" Radia tapped on the armrest with a smile playing on his lips subtly. He raised his gaze to look at Zein, then, asked with a glint in his crimson eyes. "Who do you think set the mainstream, Zein?"