In the cold starry night, Wu Yange lay in a deep dreamless sleep like every night with Li Wei on guard protecting its master but at some point in the evening, his failsafe let him down. He felt a familiar presence with no ill intent lingering above him sending subtle shivers all of his body.

Unable to bear the close proximity, he finally opened his eyes and came face to face with Rong Zian's glowing eyes with a flirtatious smile. The man settled himself on Wu Yange pinning him to the bed. From actions alone, he could tell it was the other persona taking charge but he couldn't figure out why it activated when there was absolutely no threat.

Just as he was about to communicate with him and ask him what he wanted, Rong Zian in his trance stooped down closer till their lips touched. A desperate Wu Yange tried to free himself but Rong Zian seemed to have anticipated this and temporarily deactivated his dragon flame. The once-powerful prince was rendered powerless and so decided to surrender to this unfortunate situation. Rong Zian kept on kissing him and at some point deepened the kiss as though invoking reciprocation from Wu Yange.

The prince struggled with his last shred of restraint but it all soon collapsed due to the constant provocation. He had just had a taste of the sweet nectar and ached for more. 'You took away my power so don't blame me later for giving you what you want,' he thought as he pried open Rong Zian's warm lips with the tip of his tongue passionately exploring his mouth, engraving the lustful feeling in his memories so he would never forget the taste of this man he yearned for.

A subtle groan escaped his throat as he playfully licked Rong Zian's tongue with no restraint. The slippery, moist and soft feeling aroused his interest imploring him to explore further. Placing his hand at the back of his equally lustful counterpart, he selfishly deepens the kiss but didn't expect his inexperienced partner would recklessly indulge. Rong Zian ruthlessly licked and bit his lips to the point of drawing blood. The dumbstruck prince flinched for only a split second when an unexpected wave of lascivious untamed arousal coursed through his body all the way to the lower half of his body as though he had ingested fangzhongshu.

Rong Zian still in a trance attacked Wu Yange's exposed flustered neck, carelessly licking and sucking on his delicate skin oblivious of Wu Yange's wandering hands. Wu Yange willingly plunged himself into senseless sensual desire and yearned for more as he whispered in Rong Zian's ear in a hypnotic carnal voice, "I want you." What happened next was unexpected leaving a dazed prince stupefied, Rong Zian collapsed on top of him and fell into a deep sleep to the point of snoring so loud.

It took Wu Yange some time to calm down and control his urges before lifting him and placing him back into his own bed. "You're driving me crazy," he said to a Rong Zian as he caressed the other's lips with his thumb before disappearing into the night.

***

Hiking through a shrubby plain not far away from the village, Rong Zian was in an incredibly good mood foolishly humming a song in his mind. At this moment, he truly regretted not transmigrating with his iPod, he wouldn't mind dancing a little to express his good vibes. As for why he was exceptionally happy? He had no idea and was glad that he hadn't seen those two tyrants since morning otherwise they would have spoilt his day.

To pass the time he had decided to wash up and the maiden who waited on him in the morning had recommended the river just over the plain outside the village. On account of the afternoon heat, he decided to take a look and it was worth it. With his shampoo and fragrance bar in hand, his fully-stripped leaving only his inner garments and jumped into the clear calm waters.

He might have been a modern man open to nudity but wasn't keen on being naked in the vast open. What the naïve man didn't realise was once he hit the water his white undergarment became so transparent showing off a sensual outline of his frame enough to make some shameless peeping girls blush.

***

On the other side of the village, Wu Yange was seated in a daze fiddling with a jade arctic blue tassel, like a dejected love-sick puppy. This shoddy and fairly common tassel was gifted to him but Rong Zian during their venture in Xiānnǚ. Though it was the most inferior gift he had ever received but to him, it was priceless and as rare as a phoenix feather. He was fully aware of Rong Zian's reasoning when he gave him the tassel but he couldn't resist regarding it as a love token and most likely the most he could ever expect from him.

Wu Yange gently unsheathing Li Wei placed one of his feet on the bench and whispered to his sword, "Take care of this for me," and tied the tassel on the hilt. The sword flickering a gentle azure flame with hints of pink expressing its pleasure in high spirits. The prince smiled and proceeded to polish his sword, immersed in his task, he didn't notice a flustered Ying Tie now standing opposite him.

Ying Tie unenthusiastically saluted his highness as though defeated and sat down opposite the prince as instructed. As he took a sip of his tea, Wu Yange addressed him, "Do I have to ask or you would rather speak for yourself?" indifferently polishing his sword without even sparing him a glance.

"It's not my wish to trouble you with such trivial matters but I have no one else to vent to," he responded unable to hold back his frustration, "I just can't understand why my sister is stubbornly going after Rong Zian like a love-sick puppy."

Wu Yange's right eyebrow twitched briefly seizing his errand as the conversation piqued his interest but he immediately resumed and reassuring him, "Anything short of execution will make him accept her," with a grin on his face, "hell, even if it's execution he still wouldn't marry as long as the method is quick and painless. So quit worrying."

"Sounds reasonable enough," he said, feeling much at ease but his brows furrowed when he noticed a discrepancy on the prince's face, "what happened to your lips?" The once mellifluous thin lips were slightly swollen and bruised evidently a result of what Ying Tie could only conclude was from a fight.

Wu Yange stopped his task completely as the inconceivable salacious affair from the previous night re-igniting a familiar licentious yearning for that one person. 'Rong Zian, Rong Zian, Rong Zian' he repeated his name numerous times in his mind as though etching it in his heart.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally calmed his heart and replied, "Don't go on sticking your hand in fire otherwise you will be badly burnt," with a threatening cold grin that made his blood run cold condemning himself for running his foolish mouth.