It would be unfair to blame Rong Zian, he naively assumed that men just helped each other full-stop and nothing more. His lack of sexual experience and knowledgeable friends led to his cluelessness. Now he had led himself into the enemy camp and delivered himself on a silver platter. "Wait can't we do it another way. Tonight am really not up for it," he said trying to flee but Wu Yange wouldn't let go.

Instead, Wu Yange pulled him close and kissed him in a domineering way before whispering in his ear, "Baby behave so I can fuck you to orgasm otherwise I would have to tie you up,"

Rong Zian instantly relaxed and let the man do as promised. Whether it was the dread of being restraint or the shock of the F-word and O-word coming from Wu Yange, either of them worked. Rong Zian was undeniably eager but feared the pain that might come with it, I mean using common sense it was like trying to fit a camel through the eye of a needle an obvious exaggeration of course.

He closed his eyes in preparation to endure while Wu Yange fiddled with a bottle of what Rong Zian could only guess was lubricant. Wu Yange didn't immediately drive himself within but cautiously slid in his slippery finger while his slithering tongue grazed his highly perceptive ear. "Does it hurt?" whispered Wu Yange without ceasing his actions. Rong Zian shook his head in response but in truth, his mind was chaotic enjoying a surprisingly pleasurable experience.

Seeing that his lover was in no way disgruntled, Wu Yange upgraded to two fingers taking time to watch Rong Zian's response as his stiff fingertips massaged in all directions. His partner was initially frowning but soon relaxed surrendering to the never-ending blissful waves with subtle groans escaping recklessly. Wu Yange gradually moved his steamy thin lips towards Rong Zian's plump lips and feverishly kissed him unable to restrain himself anymore.

Rong Zian watched the man pinning him down insert himself in a part of him he never thought would ever be probed. The initial intrusion hurt slightly and spontaneously advanced to unchartered euphoric experience drowning into the sea of love hormones circulating through his body. With Wu Yange constantly thrusting on such a sensitive spot, he couldn't last long even if he tried. Ecstatic he experienced an intense orgasmic climax releasing an impressive load all over his abdomen with a numb feeling all over his body. Wu Yange reached his peak soon after letting out a loud groan before collapsing into his lover's arms.

With Wu Yange lying on top of him, Rong Zian couldn't restrain an outburst of laughter. "Fuck, it felt so good Yan Yan," he said while running his fingers through Wu Yange's hair. 'The most satisfying dream I have ever had,' he thought to himself still laughing. His laughter was not out mockery or because he found something amusing but pure joy. He had a feeling that he might shed tears when he wakes up. 'If I don't get Yan Yan to be my boyfriend when I wake up, then I am as useless as tits on a nun,' he thought still chuckling.

The vibrations from the man laughing below him, roused Wu Yange from Rong Zian's chest as gazed at him with a smile on his face. "What are you laughing at?" Rong Zian stared at the man towering above him smiling but he didn't say anything, he just grazed his hand over Wu Yange's cheek as though imprinting this moment in his memory.

Wu Yange shifted his face towards Rong Zian's hand and kissed his palm before asking, "You want to go again?"

Recalling the blissful moment, Rong Zian just replied, "Mhm," nodding his head in agreement.

***

While Rong Zian was apparently lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious, a livid prince was viciously slashing down an enemy making sure not to strike his vital parts as he needed him alive to bring back Rong Zian.

This enemy was in no way foreign to him, in fact, it was his cousin Wu Fan aka The Ferryman famous for his acute ability to literally take souls and ferry them to god knows where with a mere touch of a finger. He had other bizarre things he could do but Wu Yange didn't give a rat's arse for the rest.

The important thing is what he was doing here today, ambushing an oblivious Rong Zian out of the blue. Wu Fan was known as a gun for hire which is why Wu Yange didn't care much for him. He would just ferry his target's soul and hold them ransom till the victim's family paid up so he could bring them back. Wu Yange knew of course that he wasn't doing it for the money but pure sadism watching people run around at his mercy just to save the people they love.

The prince had once fallen victim of Wu Fan but his cousin gravely underestimated him as he freed himself back then, with this in mind Wu Fan never messed with him again. Wu Yange never bothered himself with his unruly cousin so never paid attention to him but today he had crossed the line. Wu Fan had been hired by Wu Wúqíng to get the fragment of the amulet they currently had in their procession thus he attacked Rong Zian and threatened Wu Yange into handing it over.

Let's forgive the guy for being stupidly unaware that his victim had absorbed the amulet in his chest and no one knew how to take it out, including Rong Zian himself, if he was conscious he wouldn't be able to take it out.

Wu Yange and Wu Fan were standing in a stalemate with each other one demanding the other to bring back Rong Zian and one threatening to leave Rong Zian this way unless he hands over the fragment of the amulet.

"Cousin you might be able to bring yourself back but that pitiful man over there, wait," said Wu Fan paying close attention to Rong Zian's face and continued, "I meant boy over there, can't bring himself back. Just hand over the fragment."

Wu Yange glared at his cousin who was now standing on a tree branch mocking him. He couldn't kill Wu Fan because he was the only one who could bring Rong Zian back so he could only tire him out till he couldn't run anymore and later torcher him to bring his Baobei back. He unforgivingly condemned himself for being careless for letting Wu Fan lay a finger on Rong Zian. He vowed to kill his cousin as soon as he freed him.