Imperfect Desires

*Flashback Continued*

Han Bohai's eyes shifted to the way her hand was raised to rub her chest as if she felt uncomfortable. Or maybe, she was hurt? As a very familiar face flashed past his eyes, his eyes widened up. Now, Ying's expressions made a lot more sense to him. Not only that, he could even understand what she was feeling and it made him feel bitter.

Taking a deep breath, he also sat down beside her. "In other words, you're just looking for a way to escape your heartbreak."

Ying's shoulders slumped down as she closed her eyes briefly, "Does it matter? It's not like there is anyone who can escape from a heartbreak." She heaved a long and tired sigh, "In fact, I've seen it coming from the day I recognized my feelings that I'd end up with this pain. But I kept running from it, even when it caught up to me I still refused to budge. Now, I'm at the point where I can't seem to shake it off any longer."

Han Bohai was so immersed in her words that he felt like his head was about to burst. Every word of hers resembled someone he used to know. And the more familiarity grew in her words, the more he felt like he wanted to get close to her, emotionally. As her support! As someone, she could lean on and doesn't choose the same path as someone else did.

"Actually, I just want to remove some feelings from within me," she spoke again in a lazy voice. Han Bohai lifted his hand to touch her forehead and she flinched back, "Sss..." Banging her forehead against the wall definitely injured her forehead. It wasn't that bad but his cold fingers stung for some reason.

"Feelings have nothing to do with your brain. Why did you hurt it?" he shook his head at her. "Feelings come from the heart. And there is no concept of removing feelings."

Ying held her head in her hands as she grumbled, "So, I have no escape route? I've always left an escape route for myself in life. How come I forgot this time?"

"Love doesn't have an escape route..." he stated with a nostalgic tone. "You can't remove feelings but you can replace them. If only you really have the will to do so."

She pulled her head up and looked straight into his eyes. She pointed her index finger at his nose as she started, "You..." Soon, that index finger ended up touching the tip of his nose as she giggled, "You're pretty cute." Han Bohai was left bewildered as her naughty hand went to feel him up. Yes! She felt him up as in, her hand moved from his face to his shoulders and then to his abdominal muscles as her eyes brightened up, "You're ripped. I couldn't tell at all!"

"What are you trying to do?" he choked out with difficulty.

"I'm trying to flirt here," she answered with such sincereness that he was stumped for words. "Didn't you say that feelings can't be removed? You also said we can only replace them. So... That's exactly what I'm going to do now." He hurriedly pushed her away from his body a little as he stood up ready to run. But... Ying held his hand and didn't let him leave. 

She slowly stood up and pouted, "I know my flirting skills are rusty but you can't run away like this."

"Rusty? I think your flirting skills are non-existent!" He said while trying to get his hand out of her grip but he seemed to have stepped on her tail as she refused to loosen her grip and smirked at him.

"You must have some guts to tell me... Yan Ying that I'm bad at something!" She showed him a fist adding, "Want to die?!"

There was no doubt that she looked scary with that look but he wasn't startled. Instead, he found it really interesting.

"How much did you drink?" he questioned in a soft voice while his eyes were still trained on her face.

Ying thought about it before raising three fingers. Han Bohai's brows raised up as he noticed how her intelligence hadn't been affected by the alcohol. She was still very firm on her feet. He had seen many drunken acts but this was something new to him.

After thinking about it, he asked, "How about you tell me your room number?"

Ying's smirk turned into a wicked grin as she replied, "We just met. What's the hurry?" He frowned first not understanding what she was implying but soon, his eyes almost came out of the sockets that's how shocked he was. Patting his shoulder calmly, she went on, "Let's get to know each other first."

Han Bohai's mouth opened and closed several times like a fish as he was trying to form some words but it seemed to be a task too difficult for him. "Dr. Yan, I'm asking about your room so that I can bring you there to rest."

Ying's mood dropped, "What the...! How boring!"

"Boring?" he repeated in agitation.

While nodding, she looked around to see her surroundings and frowned, "How did I come here?" She scratched her head as she added, "When did I shift to this place?"

"You can't even remember your room number?" His voice was sharper than he was intending it to be. 

Ying shrugged her shoulders as she sat down on the floor all over again saying, "It's not like I need room to sleep. I can sleep anywhere."

"If you continued this, I'm gonna leave you right here," said Han Bohai in frustration. And even walked over to open the door of his room. When he was done, he looked back, and seeing that Ying had her eyes closed, he repeated, "I'm really leaving. Don't blame me for not having any kindness to help a stranger."

Not getting a reply, he huffed and entered his room. He took a shower and changed his clothes. He was about to go to bed when he couldn't help thinking about whether Ying was still outside or not. It had only been 20 minutes but he believed, she would have left by now.

Right?

*Flashback, to be Continued*