Zhao Yun swung his spear and cut at the practice targets swiftly and gracefully. Zhao Yun took a deep breath as he steadied himself, a trail of sweat running down his forehead. Zhao Yun had been venting out his frustration on practice to forget everything else. Zhao Yun took a short break as he let the sunlight bathed him with its' rays.
'Hey,' A low sound reached Zhao Yun's ears which made him stiffened. Zhao Yun knew that sound. 'Want to have a fight together?' Ma Chao asked, his huge sword hanging by his side. The last thing Zhao Yun wanted was to be near Ma Chao before his marriage. Zhao Yun didn't ever want Ma Chao to knew his true feelings towards Ma Chao.
'No, thanks,' Zhao Yun said monotonously as he started to head away. 'Zi Long,' Ma Chao said exasperatedly as he blew out a breath noisily. 'Stop avoiding me.' Zhao Yun stopped short at that sentence.
'I am not avoiding you,' Zhao Yun said tensely. 'Yes, you are,' Ma Chao insisted gently as he moved closer to Zhao Yun, his arms brushing against Zhao Yun's. Zhao Yun shivered slightly from the contact and moved away from Ma Chao, his hand holding over to where they touched just now as if it was burning.
'Zi Long, look at me,' Ma Chao pleaded to Zhao Yun. After taking a deep breath, Zhao Yun turned around abruptly and he bumped into Ma Chao. 'Woah,' Ma Chao said as he lost balance and fell to the ground with Zhao Yun on top of him.
Zhao Yun lay once more on Ma Chao's chest, and he could feel his cheeks heating up. Zhao Yun refused to look at Ma Chao in the eyes as he tried to get up. When Ma Chao suddenly grabbed at his arm and pulled Zhao Yun down towards him. Surprised, Zhao Yun turned to look at Ma Chao. 'You are quite thin.' There was an amuse look in Ma Chao's eyes as those golden brown eyes met the aqua green eyes.
It was as if the world stopped moving for a second, Zhao Yun could see Ma Chao up close, his long eyelashes and those luscious looking lips. Zhao Yun didn't know what got into him at that moment but he just followed his heart and he closed the distance between them as Zhao Yun pressed his lips against Ma Chao.
The first touch send a sizzle of excitement down Zhao Yun's spine, his mind ceased to think of anything and all he could think of was his lips against Ma Chao. Zhao Yun could feel Ma Chao struggling beneath him, but Zhao Yun crushed Ma Chao's lips urgently and passionately as if there was no tomorrow.
Zhao Yun felt Ma Chao grabbed at his shirt as he tried to push him away. But Ma Chao's actions just caused Zhao Yun to be more insistent, stealing away all their breaths as their lips pressed together. Zhao Yun paused to withdraw air as Ma Chao took hold of that moment and knocked Zhao Yun off him.
Zhao Yun fell to the ground, stunned as he stared at Ma Chao. Realization started to seep in to Zhao Yun's senses and he went red with mortification and embarrassment. What did I just do? Zhao Yun was struck with horror as Ma Chao gaped at him.
There was a light from the top of the lid, the butterfly thought that it was his chance to escape. Boldly and daringly, the butterfly flew full of energy to the top, it was almost there. Almost there. Just when it nearly escaped, the lid was closed back on the jar. Stunned, the butterfly fluttered around only to realized that it was back to square one.