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Shang Qinghua was a pretty normal guy. For starters, he was completely human. No phoenix or undine or dragon blood in him. He had a boring career, an average-looking face, and a few extra pounds on his body. His boyfriend on the other hand…Shang Qinghua was still not exactly sure how’d he’d managed to score Mobei-Jun. It wasn’t like they’d fallen into each other’s arms at first sight, the way Shen Yuan and his little phoenix boy had. Mobei-Jun was cold; he barely said two words together, and they were usually rude. And at first, Shang QingHua thought Mobei-Jun had found his accommodating, self-deprecating nature pitiful. Turned out, Mobei-Jun actually thought Shang Qinghua cowering in fear was flattering, and his rudeness was an attempt to bully Shang Qinghua into dating him. Flirting. It was supposed to be flirting. They’d been dating for around eight months, and in terms of social graces, he’d say that they are pretty well-matched.
Physically speaking, Shang Qinghua could not have written himself a more ideal man. Mobei-Jun was built like a fucking truck with a perfect face and a domineering aura. A lot of people might have thought Mobei-Jun’s personality would be a deal breaker, all things considered, but Shang Qinghua was a masochist. He liked that a single glare from his boyfriend sent waiters and theme park attendants scurrying away. He liked that Mobei-Jun’s ridiculous height and big ass shoulders made people double take and step out of the way when they walked down the street together. Most of all, Shang Qinghua liked that his boyfriend was basically a giant spoiled brat, and he fully expected Shang Qinghua to be one right back.
So yeah, Shang Qinghua was just an average guy with a huge, menacing boyfriend. He’d moved into Mobei-Jun’s apartment about two months ago, and it was amazing. They ate together in the morning, Mobei-Jun left for his job while Shang Qinghua clacked away on his latest chapter of bullshit, and then cuddled up to each other at night.
But if there was one thing Shang Qinghua didn’t understand, it was why it was taking so long for his boyfriend to make a move. They’d been together long enough, thank you! Shang Qinghua’s ass wasn’t going to stuff itself!
Aside from a few furious make out sessions that had Mobei-Jun smirking and Shang Qinghua at a loss for words, their relationship had been chaste. Unfortunately chaste. What exactly did Mobei-Jun think that dick was for, huh?! Was it just supposed to hang there all tempting in his pants? Was he gonna use it as a replacement if one of his legs got injured?! It belonged in Shang Qinghua’s ass! But Mobei-Jun had been very selfish about it! No matter how pitiful or sexy Shang Qinghua was, and please be aware that he was much better at being pitiful than sexy, Mobei-Jun would only squint or inhale deeply or lick his lips. But that was it. Shang Qinghua was at his wits end.
So, in a questionable decision, he went to go see his good friend Shen Yuan. He knocked on the apartment door, then kept knocking, and knocking, and knocking. Shen Yuan finally wrenched the door open with a glare. Shang Qinghua lowered his fist.
“I have to ask you a question.”
“Really? You couldn’t text me?”
“Couldn’t risk it.”
“Couldn’t risk—what exactly do you need to ask? It better not be another body.”
“Bro. Buddy. My one and only Cucumber Bro,” Shang Qinghua paused just to piss him off. And maybe because he was a little embarrassed. “How do you…well, how do you get your boyfriend…to you know…fuck you in the ass?”
And okay, maybe he could have phrased it better, or waited until he was actually in Shen Yuan’s apartment before blurting that out, but was that expression really necessary?
“Get in, get in, before you give the old lady next door another heart attack!” Shen Yuan grabbed Shang Qinghua by the sleeve and tugged him inside. He slammed the door and sighed. “I ought to throw you out that window, you know! Give a man some warning before you ask that kind of thing!” Shen Yuan’s apartment was just as tidy and brightly lit as it usually was, probably thanks to Luo Binghe. Lord knew Shen Yuan didn’t have energy to clean.
“I’m tired of waiting, and none of the usual hints are working!” Shang Qinghua complained. He leaned his elbow on the kitchen island and propped his head up in his hand.
“Usual hints? You mean all the things you’ve written about in your awful romance novels? You know those things never work in real life, right? It’s important to me that you know that.”
“Everything! I’ve tried everything! I’ve tried peeping at him in the shower! I’ve pretended to fall asleep against him! I’ve tried wearing his shirts to bed!”
“Oh. Actually, that’s a good one. How did he react?”
“He…we cuddled for a long time before bed.”
Shen Yuan’s eyebrows rose. With a shrug he said, “Well, maybe…it’s just his time of the month.”
“What, all month, every month? You’re very funny. This is serious, dude!”
Shen Yuan rolled his eyes. “Why not just ask him to do you, then? You seem to have no problem showing up at my door and blurting out ridiculous lines. You have no problem writing ridiculous lines into your novels, either! Just ask him to stuff you or something, I don’t know!”
“How did you ask your boyfriend to do it, huh?”
Well, that was certainly an interesting shade of red, Shang Qinghua thought to himself. Shen Yuan slapped him upside the head from across the island, which only served to make Shang Qinghua want to tease him further.
“He’s half phoenix, right? Does he like, burst into flames when he nuts?”
“Qinghua!”
“Hahaha, wait, wait, does he squawk?” He ducked another swat and stepped out of the kitchen and into the living space.
“Get over here, you slippery little—”
“Or maybe he chirps? Like a chick? You are a nest robber, after all.” He darts around the coffee table, but he’s not looking where he’s going, and plows straight into a thick wall of muscle.
“I’d like to think that I croon,” Luo Binghe said, looking down at a frozen Shang Qinghua. “And I may be younger, but I’m definitely no fledgling, Mr. Shang.” Oh…that grin was much too sharp for Shang Qinghua’s tastes.
“S-Sorry!” he squeaked. Raising his hands defensively, he took a step back. “Just, uh, having some fun at my best buddy’s expense!”
“Who’s best buddy?” Shen Yuan said with a twitch of an eyebrow. The traitor.
“Mobei-Jun is probably afraid of seriously injuring you,” Luo Binghe says. He collapsed backwards onto the couch and tugged Shen Yuan into his lap, just to show off. Shen Yuan was scowling, but didn’t pull away. Shang Qinghua could puke! “He’s not exactly delicate with his things. Probably doesn’t want break you.”
“But I do!” he blurts out, “Uh, want him…to…”
Shen Yuan says, “Enough!” effectively saving Shang Qinghua from finishing that embarrassing proclamation. “It’s time to make dinner. And be nice to Shang Qinghua,” he continued, giving Luo Binghe a very pointed look. “He may be an idiot, but he has his uses.”
“Hey!”
“Is he staying for dinner?” Luo Binghe asked his boyfriend with a pout.
“I don’t know, is he?” Shen Qingqiu glanced at Shang Qinghua.
“If…if that’s alright.” It wasn’t like Mobei-Jun was a bad cook, but he often left meat underdone, borderline bloody. Luo Binghe’s cooking was divine. It made sense to stay for dinner. And it gave him a chance to seriously consider his friend’s boyfriend’s words.
If Luo Binghe was to be believed, Mobei-Jun’s self-restraint was admirable. Unnecessary, but admirable. And that wasn’t the spoiled brat he loved! He kind of liked it when Mobei-Jun shoved him around a little bit. He’d probably like it more if Mobei-Jun was a little more forceful, just took what he wanted. It was sweet that he took Shang Qinghua’s comfort into account, but Shang Qinghua wanted to know if his boyfriend could hold him down with one hand and just pound him like that! Actually, he thought, perking up, that gave him an idea. Once dinner was done, he raced down the city street towards home.
“Wow, your hands are so big,” he said in only slightly fake wonder. It really was impressive how much bigger Mobei-Jun’s hands were! Really! The tips of Shang Qinghua’s fingers barely reached the first joint above the knuckle! It was hot!
“Hm,” was all Mobei-Jun said.
“Haha,” Shang Qinghua said, not really sure what was supposed to come next. Mobei-Jun interlaced their fingers. “Oh, wow, did you get a manicure again? Your nails are always so nice. Sharp.” He snuggled up to his boyfriends shoulder as he said it. Mobei-Jun tucked his face into Shang Qinghua’s hair and took a deep breath. “Are you smelling me?”
“Hm.”
“You always do that. If you’re not careful, I’m gonna think you want to eat me, haha.” Even he was cringing at how awful these lines were. He was a writer, god damn it! He should be able to come up with some better dialogue!
“I do.”
“Huh?”
Instead of answering, Mobei-Jun used his grip on Shang Qinghua’s hand to tug his arm up and give his wrist a very…wet kiss. Shang Qinghua shivered, somewhat confused at how his awful flirting had worked. It had worked, right? Mobei-Jun wouldn’t back off this time, right?
When his boyfriend felt like he had left enough spit on Shang Qinghua’s pulse point, he strong armed him onto his back on the couch and began nipping at his neck.
“Hahahahaaaaa, fuck,” Shang Qinghua stuttered out. The teeth! The teeth! Mobei-Jun had such sharp teeth! He trailed his free hand down Shang Qinghua’s side, down to the edge if his t-shirt, then rucked it up so he could feel over Shang Qinghua’s stomach and chest and rub a thumb over his nipple. When Shang Qinghua finally found his bearings and looked down at his boyfriends inexpressive face, he blurted out, “You mean it this time?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Luckily, Mobei-Jun didn’t seem too upset. “I always mean it. Do you?” Mobei-Jun ran his lips over the juncture of Shang Qinhua’s jaw and inhaled again.
“I-Uh. I want—”
“If you want it, you have to tell me. You smell like you constantly want to get fucked, so it’s hard for me to tell.” He dragged a tongue over the tendons in Shang QingHua’s neck. “It means more to me than to you, so—”
“Want it!” he blurted out, “Wanted it since before we started dating! Really want it!”
“Bedroom,” was all Mobei-Jun said in response.
The bedroom was better. It had been cramped on the couch, considering Mobei-Jun’s size. His bed was huge, but Shang Qinghua very rarely slept on his own side. This time there was no “side,” there was only the excitement and nervousness of getting fucked! And Shang Qinghua was already rock solid in his pants!
“Clothes,” Mobei-Jun said expectantly. Shang Qinghua scrambled to undress his boyfriend and then himself. Mobei-Jun watched in appreciation as he did it. He reached out and tweaked one of Shang Qinghua’s nipples, in the least sexy way possible.
“Gentle!” he shrieked.
“Sensitive,” huffed Mobei-Jun.
“You act like it’s a surprise!”
“It’s not.”
“Shut up and!” He didn’t get to finish that thought because Mobei-Jun shoved him onto the bed. Damn. Okay. Yeah. He could deal with that. He shimmied his way farther up so his legs weren’t hanging off the bed, and Mobei-Jun was on him, nipping and shoving and grabbing a little too hard. His nails dug into Shang Qinghua’s thighs as he lifted his knees up to his shoulders. Bent in half, Shang Qinghua could do little more than hold on as his boyfriend ate him out.
“F-fuck!” He managed. God this was so embarrassing! He would have thought the positions would be reversed! Mobei-Jun was usually the one being pampered! This was…Oh god, he could feel his boyfriend’s drool running down his ass crack! Messiest rim job he’d ever had! Not that he’d had many!
When his tongue finally slipped into Shang Qinghua’s ass, he accidently kicked his boyfriend in the shoulder. And Mobei-Jun moaned. What the fuck, what the fuck! Peering out from between his fingers, Shang Qinghua did it again, just to see. Mobei-Jun moaned louder this time, doubling his efforts between Shang Qinghua’s legs.
His boyfriend liked it when he fought back? What! What! Oh, this was too good! He choked on his laugh because Mobei-Jun was pressing his thumbs into the soft flesh on the back of Shang Qinghua’s thighs and his sharp nails were adding just a little sting to the pressure.
Mobei-Jun lifted his head and wiped his face with the back of his hand. His lips were a little swollen, and he missed quite a bit of the spit on his face, but Shang Qinghua couldn’t help the way his dick twitched at the sight of his boyfriend all mussed up like that.
“Alright?”
“How can you even ask me that?”
And that stupid smirk! Honestly fuck, you, Mobei-Jun!
“Isn’t that the idea?”
Shit, he’d said that out loud! “Y-yes!”
Mobei-Jun ran his hands up Shang Qinghua’s legs, straightening them out in a somewhat uncomfortable stretch, but he didn’t complain. One thing Shang Qinghua prided himself on was his naturally flexibility. Mobei-Jun might have had the build of a god, but Shang Qinghua could put both feet behind his head if the occasion called for it! He hoped the occasion would call for it.
“Relax,” was all the warning Shang Qinghua got before his boyfriend’s ridiculous-sized dick shoved its way into him.
“Oh fuck, oh shit, oh—”
“Shut up.”
“Yes, sir.”
Mobei-Jun’s dick twitched at that. Shang Qinghua grinned behind his hands. He’d been too horny and unfucked lately to really enjoy teasing his boyfriend. He’d just have to make up for lost time.
“Ah, so big! I’m gonna die!”
“Then die,” Mobei-Jun said with no emotion.
“Hey!”
“Be good and I’ll be rough.” He pushed in further. When was he gonna bottom out! How big was his cock! Maybe Shang Qinghua actually would die. Write “Here lies Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, mediocre in everything but getting dicked down” on his tombstone! And how was he supposed to be shameless when Mobei-Jun was promising him so much?
“I’ll—I’ll be good, ah.”
Mobei-Jun pulled out a little, even though he still hadn’t put it all in, and slammed in further. If Shang Qinghua had something to say about it, it had just been fucked out of him, thank you very much! Mobei-Jun leaned forward between his legs to nip at his neck and ears. How marked up would he be tomorrow? Maybe he’d go over to Cucumber Bro’s place again just to show off. He grinned at the thought. Oh, fuck! That bite definitely drew blood! Was he into that? He was a little into that. Okay, deep breaths.
Mobei-Jun dragged his tongue over the bite mark. He pulled away to glare into Shang Qinghua’s eyes for a moment. “Move,” he grunted.
“Sir?”
“Hands and knees. Properly.”
Shang Qinghua wasn’t sure what part of “hands and knees” was proper, but he wasn’t going to question it! Mobei-Jun let go of his legs, and he’d definitely be feeling that tomorrow, so Shang Qinghua could flip himself onto his front. Apparently, he wasn’t quick enough, because his boyfriend pushed him over and hissed, “hurry up,” at him. He might have propped himself up a little slower, just to piss him off.
Mobei Jun spread his legs a little further apart, then shoved right in again. Shang Qinghua jolted, a bit in pain, a bit in surprise.
“Don’t just!” he whimpered. “Don’t just push in like that!”
“Whine more, see what happens.”
“How can I not whine when you say things like that!” he whined. His boyfriend latched onto his neck as he began fucking into Shang Qinghua like an animal. Shang Qinghua’s breath left him. Mobei Jun’s slid his hands down Shang QingHua’s soft arms to clutch at his hands, caging Shang Qinghua in on all sides. Even if he wanted to escape, the only way was to throw Mobei-Jun off of him, which would be an ambitious endeavor on Shang Qinghua’s part. Instead, he just tried to thrash his way out of Mobei-Jun’s jaws. Instead of loosening his grip, Mobei-Jun clenched his jaw tighter. Shang Qinghua might have screamed.
His own cock was jerking and dribbling onto the covers and what he wouldn’t give to have a hand around it right now. When he tried to pull his hand out of Mobei-Jun’s his grip constricted again. A growl rolled out between his boyfriend’s teeth.
“Me first,” he grunted into Shang Qinghua’s neck. Ah, there was the spoiled brat he knew and loved so well! A perfect portrait of manliness and strength! “Be still.”
Shang Qinghua squirmed, just to be a brat again, then huffed when Mobei-Jun lanced so far in that his hips rested against Shang Qinghua’s ass. The saliva from their earlier activities was starting to dry out. Mobei-Jun released his hold on Shang Qinghua’s neck only long enough to knead his ass cheeks and spit where their skin met.
Okay, that was just unfair! How could he say “Me first” and then do that! He was seriously testing Shang Qinghua’s limits!
Mobei-Jun snapped his hips forward again and fell over Shang Qinghua’s back again. The sudden mass made Shang Qinghua’s arms give out. He face planted into the bed, groaning and arching his back and pushing his hips up into Mobei-Jun’s. Mobei-Jun shifted his weight to one hand placed between Shang Qinghua’s shoulders pressing Shang QingHua’s face into the sheets. He could barely breathe with all that fabric in his face, so he squirmed and rearranged himself until his head was turned to the side. He peered up at Mobei-Jun with one eye and let out a loud moan. Mobei-Jun’s other hand was working up and down his stomach; he dragged his nails lightly across Shang Qinghua’s ribs, causing him to jerk and twitch when he barely brushed against the sensitive area around his belly button. He hadn’t let up the pace with his hips, and Shang Qinghua’s insides burned with every thrust.
He clenched around Mobei-Jun. Come faster, damn it! Shang Qinghua was going to break at this point! His whole bottom half was tingling strangely and the sensations were suddenly much bigger than his body had room for. That wasn’t the normal feeling he got with orgasm! What!
“S-Sir,” he gasped, “something—”
Mobei-Jun’s free arm wrapped around his middle and hoisted him up so that Shang Qinghua was sitting on his dick, and that was it! Over! Done! Shang Qinghua’s spirit had left his body! A wave flushed out of him and his whole body seized up. The sensation pulsed with each of Mobei-Jun’s thrusts and made Shang Qinghua’s eyes cross.
That was…very different than what he was used to! That was lovely! He would enjoy having those in the future! He had enough brains left to see how much of a mess he’d made, but aside from what he’d dripped onto the sheets, there wasn’t…he hadn’t come? It was hard to tell with Mobei-Jun still using him as a cock sleeve. His head bobbed along each time Mobei-Jun slammed Shang Qinghua’s ass down on his thighs. Oh god, that sound…it was pretty gross, to be honest, but it was also ridiculously hot. Shang Qinghua giggled to himself, but the Mobei-Jun bit down on the back of his neck, just a few inches from where he’d bitten the last time. Shang Qinghua screamed.
“I-It! It hurts!”
“Too much?” Mobei-Jun said right next to his ear. How in the hell was Shang Qinghua supposed to do anything else but swoon over how fucked out and rough his boyfriend’s voice was?
“I like it!” Shang Qinghua cried. His hands, which had been hanging uselessly over Mobei-Jun’s thighs, reached up to grip at Mobei-Jun’s scalp and push his face into the side of Shang Qinghua’s neck. “Here, here too.” Mobei-Jun bit down again, and they both moaned as Shang Qinghua yanked at his hair.
Mobei-Jun picked up speed. Shang Qinghua felt a bit like a ragdoll, the way his limbs bounced around. His lower half was starting to tingle again. His boyfriend palmed up his chest, which was somewhat mortifying. Shang Qinghua was not muscular. He was a writer, not a body builder; he didn’t need huge muscles to type three hundred thousand words of ridiculous harem bullshit! So he might have had…a little extra fat on his chest. And pretty much everywhere else. And his man boobs might have been a point of insecurity. Having his ripped boyfriend pawing at them wasn’t helping!
“N-No!”
“Hm?”
“Don’t…they’re fat,” he whined.
“You’re fat everywhere.” What the fuck! Fuck you, Mobei-Jun! “I like it. Easy to grab.” He squished the fat a little harder, just to prove it. And alright, Shang Qinghua would overlook the previous comment if he kept tweaking his nipples like that. But there was still a sense of shame and embarrassment that came with having his insecurity fucked out of him like that! He’d been close to tears since the first bite. He didn’t bother holding them back now.
“Please, sir, let me come!”
Mobei-Jun was starting to get fed up and growled, “Not yet.”
“Please, I’m sorry, just let me—”
“What are you apologizing for?” God, he sounded so angry and so hot, Shang Qinghua would have started crying if he wasn’t already in tears!
“Please!”
Mobei-Jun had no mercy. Even if the bouncing had mostly stopped when he’d grabbed at Shang Qinghua’s chest, he was still grinding up into Shang Qinghua’s ass. Shang Qinghua’s hands shook against Mobei-Jun’s scalp and his muscles were tightening, the sensations swelled up in his dick and legs again. Mobei-Jun snapped his hips up in a particularly violent thrust and began licking the tear tracks running down his cheeks. Ugh, he was probably snotty.
Shang Qinghua moaned as everything in his body tightened and released. His ass constricted around Mobei-Jun’s cock against his will. Mobei-Jun’s pants gained some sound, becoming breathy and ragged. Wave after wave of tremors followed each grind of Mobei-Jun’s hips, and Shang Qinghua was openly sobbing now.
“Cute,” Mobei-Jun panted. “Mine.” And then he threw Shang Qinghua back onto his face and really just…went to town on a motherfucker. Shang Qinghua was still too blissed out to process how hard Mobei-Jun was fucking him. He just knew that he was definitely getting pushed up the bed, towards the headboard with each slam of the hips. Teeth latched onto the back of his neck again, making him hiccup through a sob. He screamed when Mobei-Jun finally jerked, releasing an unholy amount of semen into him. Was his—was his dick swelling?
“Wha—What the fuck is that!” he suddenly had the energy to flail about.
“My…knot?”
“Your WHAT?”
“My knot. All werewolves have them. All werewolves with penises.”
“Werewolves?!” Shang Qinghua’s voice rose about three octaves.
“I thought…I thought you knew?” There was an awkward pause as Shang Qinghua’s mind reeled. “Can you—” Mobei-Jun grunted and another pulse of fluid drenched Shang Qinghua’s insides.
“Are you still coming?!”
“You’re still crying.”
Shang Qinghua wished he was facing Mobei-Jun to see what kind of stupid look he was wearing. “Since when are you a werewolf!”
“Birth, I believe. The more you clench, the more I come, so stop it.”
Shang Qinghua clenched just to piss him off, forgetting that he was the one really suffering for it. They both groaned as another gush of come joined the liquid already sloshing around in him.
“Is that why your cooking is so under done?”
“You don’t like my cooking?” said Mobei-Jun through gritted teeth.
“What! No! I just! So wait, your monthly hunting trips?”
“Full moons.”
“And you’re actually hunting? Like deer and stuff?” Mobei-Jun hummed his assent. “How did I miss that?”
“I assume you didn’t notice all the torn clothing in the laundry as well?”
“I just assumed…” Oh god, embarrassing! “That you’d busted the seams from…flexing too hard. Hey! Don’t laugh! It’s not like you ever told me!”
“I did.”
“No, you didn’t, I think I’d remember my boyfriend telling me he’s a fucking werewolf!”
“When you moved in, you asked if I was a dog-person or a cat-person. I told you I was a wolf-person.”
“I—!” His mouth shut with a click of his teeth. That had been a conversation they’d had. Shang Qinghua had just thought his boyfriend was trying to be funny.
“So I assume you don’t know what this means?” Mobei-Jun laved over the bite marks again. God that hurt so good.
“What what means?” he shivered.
“You’re mine now. My mate.”
“H-What!” Shang Qinghua did some quick math. “Is that why you’ve been so hesitant to sleep with me!” Mobei-Jun didn’t answer. “We’re werewolf married now?!”
“…Yes.”
“Oh.” Shang Qinghua was actually way more okay with that than he’d thought he’d be. “Should we get like…human married too? Just to be fair?”
“If we must,” Mobei-Jun said, and Shang Qinghua can practically hear him rolling his eyes.
“You don’t have to piss on me or anything right? I’ve heard wolves do that sometimes, and I’m not sure how into that I am. I mean, I could probably be persuaded, but—”
“I’m not pissing on you.”
“Oh. Okay, that’s good. How long does this usually last?” He shook his hips. Maybe if he was enough of a brat, Mobei-Jun would finally jerk him off. He glanced down at his still hard dick and sighed.
“At least another ten minutes. Maybe longer.”
“Oh, good. So for the wedding, I’m considering blue. Thoughts?”
The next time Shen Yuan saw them for brunch, they were beaming. Well, Shang Qinghua was beaming. Mobei-Jun looked just as cold as he usually did, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Shang Qinghua. How sweet.
“Look!” Shang Qinghua presented his hand. On his left hand sat a platinum ring. “We beat you!”
“Congratulations,” Shen Yuan said blithely. He wasn’t aware it was a competition, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little jealous.
Mobei-Jun grunted then spun Shang Qinghua around and flipped up his hair. “He’s mine. You can’t have him.”
Shen Yuan, confused, just furrowed his brow and said, “Okay?”
Luo Binghe whistled. “You did quite a number on him, didn’t you? That afraid he’ll leave you, huh?”
Shang Qinghua grabbed at the back of his neck and laughed nervously. Was it that bad? There had been blood, sure, but Mobei-Jun had taken quite a bit of time cleaning it and applying ointments once they could separate. Shang Qinghua had loved the attention and gentle hands working through his hair and over his shoulders.
“Love of mine,” Binghe said to Shen Yuan. Shen Yuan swatted his shoulder for the sappy nickname. Luo Binghe ignored him. “We should get married too! Phoenix rituals are much more refined. No need for such violent displays of ownership. Unless…”
Shen Yuan wanted to smack him upside the head. Mobei-Jun was rearranging Shang Qinghua’s hair with a single-minded focus. How charming.
“He’s taking me on a hunt next month!” Shang Qinghua boasted. As if Shen Yuan would be jealous of that!
“It’s important to provide,” Mobei-Jun clarified. “We will consummate again in the blood of my kill.”
“Excuse me?!” shrieked Shang Qinghua.
“Actually, can we do that too?” Luo Binghe said seriously.
Shen Yuan really did smack him upside the head that time.