Rong Zian's brows furrowed studying his environment as he responded in a low grunt, "Mm." There were no fluffy clouds or his childish mother in sight but a sophisticated yet simple modern bedroom from his original timeline.

He massaged his forehead and lay back down thinking, 'Shit how on earth am I here? Is it a dream or l transmigrated again?' All he remembered was an icy cold finger touching his forehead and no he was here. The confusion divulged his mind like a parasitic worm, just as he was about to drown in a sea of mayhem, he suddenly jolted up when he realised that was Wu Yange's voice.

The man was dressed formally in fitting suit pants and slim fit shirt putting on his cufflinks. His long hair was gone replaced with a slicked-back hairstyle with a mid-fade, Rong Zian was busy admiring him that he didn't realise he was staring. Wu Yange grinned and lazily asked, "What you staring at?" now facing him. Rong Zian looked away seeming embarrassed, he could only conclude that this must be one of those realistic dreams which calmed him down and cleared his foggy mind.

With that in mind, he recalled the weird spring dream he had with the two of them as the main leads. 'Hell no, I can't be having another one of those. Wake up! Wake up!' he reprimanded his freaky brain attempting to pinch himself awake.

"Wu Yange," he called out hesitantly not sure whether he was still a prince in this scenario, "What am I doing here?" Wu Yange's reaction was unexpected, his expression turned dark as though livid but quickly became disheartened.

Seeing the prince disappointed, Rong Zian was about to correct himself and call him his highness but Wu Yange spoke first saying, "Are you that upset with me that you have to call my full name. It's always Yan Yan, Ah-Yan or hubby even calling me baby which I admittedly didn't like it but this is too much. Is it because you don't love me anymore?"

Rong Zian was stupefied by those words, he couldn't believe it, 'Baby, hubby? Fuck I don't believe it, what kind of dream is this?' He looked calm on the outside feigning confusion but internally, he was in turmoil.

In a hoarse voice, he forced himself to utter, "That's not it, I am just a bit disoriented. My head hurts and don't remember much," hoping Wu Yange would buy it.

The man walked over and placed his cool hand on Rong Zian's forehead checking for fever before saying, "That's because you ran off last night and got drunk out of your mind. I don't know why you chose to harm yourself this way when I already told you she means nothing to me? Why did you take her words to heart?" he explained with a meaningful look on his face, "Just because we were once engaged, it doesn't mean it was out of love, it was a mere arrangement by ignorant elders."

Wu Yange withdrew his hand from Rong Zian's forehead before gently caressing his face. Rong Zian trembled at his touch he could barely breathe.

Those sweet words could bring any girl to their knees and pledge to follow him aimlessly for the rest of their lives. 'What does he take me for? Does he take me for one of those naïve female leads in Korean drama,' he thought backing away from his touch.

Wu Yange sighed with a dejected look and attempted to coax him, "Just don't be mad at me and promise me you will never believe a word she says," placing his arm around Rong Zian's waist as though natural.

'Oh fuck me no! You aren't playing fair Yan Yan!' he yelled in his mind in a panic as Wu Yange's embrace burnt through his skin causing a dent in the once straight man. It was no use denying it anymore, Wu Yange aroused a docile sensual side making him yearn for more. His heart was beating uncontrollably, palms sweating profusely, 'maybe...I am bisexual,' he thought as his eyes lingered on Wu Yange's tempting lips.

Rong Zian felt parched in an instant as though he had swallowed a mouthful of dry sand. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed dry air a hopeless attempt to ease the tension. "Okay I promise, I trust you completely," he responded nervously rubbing his sweaty palms. The corners of Wu Yange's lips curved upwards as he leaned forward with his starry eyes focused on Rong Zian's slightly open plump lips.

The expression on his face confirmed Rong Zian's suspicion, the prince wore that same 'I am going to eat you up' look on his face in his last spring dream. This might also be a dream with no consequences but it terrified him out of his mind so he abruptly stood up and exclaimed, "I am going to take a shower," flying across the room towards a closed door that he could only perceive as the bathroom.

He straightaway locked the door behind him and leaned against the sink taking deep breathes to calm his beating heart. In a natural manner, the door handle was gently nudged a couple of times which startled Rong Zian, he was suddenly glad he had locked the door in the first place.

A soft yet impatient knock followed and he heard Wu Yange say, "I am glad you are finally going with me. Take your time, I will be waiting for you downstairs," in coquettish tone before he walked away.