The Villain Saves The Male Lead

Ren's body improved quickly, leading him to conclude that it was indeed a side effect of the magic surge that had made his body so fragile.

Fang, however, refused to believe it. Or rather, he believed that no matter whether Ren was strong or fragile, Fang himself couldn't be allowed to inflict any injury on his boyfriend, knowingly or unknowingly.

Ren found it very sweet and a tad annoying, because Fang refused to touch Ren or let Ren touch him. Fang was simply too scared that Ren would get a fresh bruise if Fang so much as gave him a hug or a kiss.

Ren, who had become used to the hugs and kisses, felt quite abandoned. The only thing that kept him from exploding was the fact that Fang was currently in full doting mode, other than the ban on skin contact. He would wake up Ren early in the morning and take him out for a walk which was soon upgraded to a jog. Then Fang would keep an eagle eye on Ren's meals, and check on him either in person or by phone every two hours, monitoring his health closely. He would drop off Ren at work in the morning and pick him up in the evening from office - how he managed to talk his teachers out of letting him miss the first class everyday was a mystery.

Ren was flattered, but also a bit nettled...and jealous as hell of their three fur babies who would climb all over himself and Fang without any restrictions.

"I'm not made of glass," Ren complained after a week of enduring this treatment. He felt completely normal now, and he'd even been extra efficient at work to distract himself from his rising frustration at Fang's stubbornness.

The Dragon Nation deal was concluded successfully with the visiting team, and work commenced immediately.

Pax, who could sympathise with Ren, asked him if he wanted to arrange some business trips to get away. They'd already spoken to Dr. Gordon about Fang, but the middle aged doctor had said to simply let him be and that it was best for Fang to get over it by himself.

So, several business trips were arranged for Ren. Pax sneakily left a printed sheet with Ren's itinerary on the dining table "accidentally" when he joined Ren and Fang for dinner.

Fang, naturally, saw the schedule. He frowned. "Ren, you're travelling again?" he asked.

Ren nodded. "Do you want to accompany me for any of them? he asked eagerly, hoping Fang would say yes.

Fang, however, said nothing - much to Ren's disappointment.

But since Ren didn't want to kick up a fuss, he didn't push Fang.

"Isn't this too hectic?" Fang murmured. "You're visiting six countries in ten days..."

Ren shrugged. "This is nothing. You should have seen us when we'd just started Sirocco. I was out of office more often than I was in office!"

"That's true," Pax said. "I remember this one time you were in a different country each day of the month for nearly two months!"

Fang frowned at the sheet in his hand. "You're going to the Dragon Nation again?" he asked. "Hadn't everything been settled this week?"

Ren shrugged. "The Dragon Queen sent a special request," he told Fang, hoping Fang would get a bit jealous and insist on accompanying him.

But Fang didn't say a word.

And thus, Ren spent several days travelling with Pax. Fang religiously video called him everyday and Ren spoke to Fang as well as Snow, Smoke and Shadow everyday, but Ren something felt very lonely and abandoned. He smiled less and less, and even the Dragon Queen's overt flirting didn't amuse him.

Finally, on the last day of his trip, Ren decided that he'd had enough and that he was entitled to a proper sulk now. After he concluded the business meeting successfully, he sent Pax back home and went off to another country by himself, refusing to let even Pax know where he was going. He switched off his mobile phone and withdrew a large amount of cash at the airport, so he wouldn't need to use his credit cards for his trip. Then he bought a ticket and flew off.

Pax came back with a headache. He called Fang and informed him that Ren had gone off somewhere in a sulk and would probably not return for a week or so, judging by the amount of cash he'd taken. He wouldn't be able to get in touch with him on the phone, either.

Fang panicked. "Did I...did I overdo it, Pax?" he asked nervously.

Pax was extremely annoyed by now. He was very fond of both Ren and Fang, but these last two and a half weeks had been hell.

"You're only realising this now?" he snapped.

"Then...what should I do?" Fang whispered. "I don't want to hurt him again..."

"You play with three tiny, fragile furballs every single day and you're telling me you can't control the strength in your fingers?" Pax scolded. "You already know that Ren is a tactile person when it comes to you. If you really were concerned about your strength, you could touch him with gentle fingers just like you touch Snow, Smoke and Shadow! But it's not just that, is it?"

Fang was silent for a long time. His face was completely blank, almost scaring Pax, because he knew that it wasn't easy for Fang to hear all this. But then, it was essential, too.

Pax sighed. "Look Fang, Ren's gone off in a sulk partly because he's frustrated and partly to give you time to adjust yourself in his absence...I suggest that you find some way to deal with this. Continuing like this hurts both of you."

"I understand," Fang whispered.

Fang kay awake for the entire night, turning things over and over in his head and reached a decision.

The next morning, Fang went to see Dr.. Gordon, and finally let the doctor take him to a psychiatrist.