Chapter Text
The game started as it always did.
That is: it was unclear as to how it started. Which came first, after all, the chicken or the egg?
Did it start with Jiang Cheng’s look, dark and wanting and oh-so specific, as his eyes lingered on Nie Huaisang from across the room? Having been together for over three years, Nie Huaisang knew well all of Jiang Cheng’s specific looks, and this particular one spoke of a long, fun night ahead.
Or did it start with Nie Huaisang’s impish smile, his lips parted around a straw as he hollowed his checks and drained the glass of his drink of choice? He knew how he looked, with his high-waisted short shorts and his sleeveless crop top, his hair swept up to reveal the delicate, unmarked skin of his neck.
Regardless, though time changed many things, it had not once diminished their desire for each other. Instead, it morphed it, honed it, made it grow more intense. They knew each other’s tells and bodies almost better than their own, and could get the other’s interest with the smallest gesture.
Jiang Cheng nodded once or twice to feign attention to the conversation going on at his table, though really, he couldn’t have repeated what Wei Ying said to either of the Wens if someone paid him. The bar that they all congregated at was quiet enough, a hidden jewel that their friend group claimed as a favorite during the summer months. It was a little ways down the boardwalk, away from the main tourist attractions, and that meant that it felt more like theirs.
Its low lighting and soft, crooning vocals that came from the speakers didn’t drown out conversation. The drinks were delicious and affordable, the seats comfortable, and the bartender knew all of their names and usuals by heart. Jiang Cheng, while he was normally loathe to admit any idea that originated from his adopted brother was good, couldn’t help but look forward to their biweekly congregation here to catch up and get away from work.
Tonight, though? Tonight, he just wanted to leave. Jiang Cheng felt an itch under his skin, prickling and insistent, as he watched Nie Huaisang toss his head and laugh at something Luo Qingyang said to him. His bright amber eyes glittered in amusement as he caught Jiang Cheng’s gaze, a knowing curl to his lips.
Nie Huaisang set his empty drink down, saying something to his table, which consisted of Luo Qingyang, Jiang Yanli, and Jin Zixuan. Then, he slipped off of his bar stool and ambled over to Jiang Cheng’s, winding an arm around his neck as he pressed up against his side.
“Oh? Have you come to join us?” Wei Ying asked, ever oblivious even from his own perch on Lan Wangji’s lap. “We were just discussing the benefits of that new restaurant that opened up by the shore.”
“Mm,” Nie Huaisang hummed, his free hand resting, casually, too high up on Jiang Cheng’s thigh. The action was hidden under the table, but he began to trace tiny, maddening circles dangerously close to where Jiang Cheng was beginning to ache. “I heard the owner makes his employees sing on command. Tasteless.”
Jiang Cheng breathed out through his nose, sliding his hand up to rest on Nie Huaisang’s waist, squeezing once in warning. He continued to ignore the inane conversation that went on, now distracted by the way Nie Huaisang egged him on by brushing his long fingers against his stirring bulge.
Jiang Cheng’s eyes narrowed, his resting glare sharpening into something more dangerous. Nie Huaisang shook with silent, subtle laughter, scraping his nails against the button of his jeans.
Jiang Cheng had honestly lost count of the amount of times they had played this game, this push-and-pull, cat and mouse chase. Nie Huaisang loved to press until he made his restraint snap, and… well, he was getting damn close.
What would he do, Jiang Cheng wondered as he was stroked under the table, if he pulled him onto his lap? If he kissed down the back of his neck as he pushed in and made him sing on command?
But, no. Jiang Cheng, while having a notorious temper, knew how to be patient. He held on a smidgeon tighter, his hand warm and possessive on the sliver of skin Nie Huaisang’s clothes revealed, a hint of what was to come.
Nie Huaisang glanced down at him, all coy and playful, biting his lower lip when he caught the intensity of Jiang Cheng’s stare. He laughed again, finally drawing that teasing hand away as he let out an exaggerated yawn and stretch.
“Well, I was up all last night working on that painting,” he announced, despite never having demonstrated any evidence of exhaustion until this moment. “Jiang Cheng, I’m so old now, take me home to sleep.”
Wei Ying sulked, whining at their departure. Lan Wangji and Wen Qing, however, both quirked an identical brow—Lan Wangji’s skeptical and Wen Qing’s knowing.
“I’m sure,” she drawled, all dry amusement, “that you’ll be getting so much rest tonight.”
“Yep!” Nie Huaisang hummed, blithe and cheerful. “I’ll be diving right into bed.”
“Is that right?” Wen Qing smirked, casting her purposeful glance to Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng’s own lips twitched up in the corner as he stood, challenging and self-satisfied. He thread his fingers through Nie Huaisang’s hair, giving the lightest tug. Nie Huaisang didn’t gasp, but his eyelashes fluttered—obvious enough that Wen Qing hid her snicker behind her hand.
“He’ll sleep deeply,” Jiang Cheng said, a hint of smugness in his tone. “I’ll make sure of it.”
Wei Ying paused in his complaints, but before he could open his loud mouth, Jiang Cheng waved a quick goodbye and laced his fingers through Nie Huaisang’s.
As the door swung shut behind them, he heard Wei Ying, twisting on Lan Wangji’s lap, say, “Wait. Wait, are they really ditching us to—”
Nie Huaisang let out a bright peel of laughter, swinging their joined arms between them as they walked towards the parking lot. “Jiang Cheng, I’m so tired,” he whined through giggles. “I don’t know if I’ll have energy for anything at all.”
“Oh?” Jiang Cheng asked, rolling his eyes. “Fine. We can put on a movie and sleep, instead.”
“Instead? What were you thinking, A-Cheng? Where was your mind going?” Nie Huaisang purred, waiting until he stopped to pull out his keys to wrap his arms around him from behind.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Jiang Cheng shot back, fighting a smile at his antics. He shifted without dislodging him, opening up the passenger side door for him. “Come on, your highness, let’s get you home.”
Nie Huaisang paused, a sweeter smile gracing his face as he danced around to slip under his arm, darting up to press a lingering kiss to his lips. “I love going home with you,” he murmured.
Jiang Cheng’s heart swelled, and he gave in just for a moment, leaning down to chase his lips and press a firmer, deeper kiss against them, trying to convey the depth of his emotion.
It had been over a year since they moved in together, but he thanked the gods every day for letting this man enter his life, for giving him the chance to choose him.
The second those clever, mischievous fingers started sneaking their way up underneath his shirt, however, he drew back, laughing at the pout his actions earned him. “Home,” he insisted, nudging at Nie Huaisang until he reluctantly climbed into the car.
The good behavior, naturally, did not last. The second they were on the road, Nie Huaisang oh-so-casually stretched, his hand falling to rest once more on Jiang Cheng’s lap.
“Huaisang,” he warned, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel.
“I missed you all night, A-Cheng,” Nie Huaisang whined, squeezing him through his jeans. “You look so good, I couldn’t stop thinking about pulling you into a stall to get a second alone.”
Jiang Cheng huffed out a laugh, shaking his head even as his boyfriend continued riling him up. “And what would we have done in the stall?” he asked pointedly. “They’re so cramped.”
“I could have gotten on my knees for you,” Nie Huaisang mused, fiddling with Jiang Cheng’s zipper. “In fact, if you pull over, I wouldn’t mind…”
Jiang Cheng was tempted. He would have to be dead not to be. “We’re almost home, you can wait.”
“A-Cheng,” Nie Huaisang sulked, stroking him more firmly. “We can crawl in the back instead? There’s some lube in the glove box still, you could fuck me senseless.”
Jiang Cheng shuddered, breathing out slowly through his nose. “You minx,” he growled, the threads of his restraint growing thinner.
Nie Huaisang sensed this, his grin widening, pleased with himself. He started to unbutton Jiang Cheng’s pants, only to freeze when Jiang Cheng barked out his name, the command akin to a crash of thunder.
“Nie Huaisang. Wait.”
Nie Huaisang swallowed, and when Jiang Cheng glanced over at him, he could see the way his pupils dialated at the authoritative tone. He let go, leaning back in his seat and looking up at him expectantly.
Jiang Cheng used the moment to collect himself, already painfully hard and straining against his too-tight jeans. He made the turn into their neighborhood in silence, half expecting Nie Huaisang’s patience to wear thin and for him to start up trouble again.
Instead, Nie Huaisang remained quiet until they finally pulled into their driveway, only to unbuckle lightning fast and practically dive at him, tangling his fingers in his hair and crashing their lips together. This kiss was hungry, deep and hot, and Nie Huaisang was quick to lick into his mouth with a needy whine.
Jiang Cheng moaned, hauling him over the center console and into his lap, neither of them caring when they bumped briefly into the car horn. His hands found Nie Huaisang’s ass and squeezed, reveling in the gasp he earned.
But when Nie Huaisang started going for his button again, Jiang Cheng untangled himself and snatched his wrists. “Inside,” he ordered, a touch hoarsely.
“If you don’t fuck me, I might die,” Nie Huaisang mumbled half-coherently, pressing his forehead against Jiang Cheng’s neck.
Jiang Cheng chuckled, running his thumbs along the soft skin on the inside of his wrists. “Then you’d better hurry up and get inside,” he murmured.
That got Nie Huaisang to scramble off of him, grabbing the keys out of the ignition and darting to the front door. Jiang Cheng smirked, following behind at a slower pace and letting his eyes travel along the lines of his back, the curve off his ass, the pale softness of his thighs.
There was an itch behind his teeth, an urge to sink in, an urge to claim and mark and devour. He closed the door behind them as Nie Huaisang flicked on the light switch, enjoying his semi-frantic scurry up the stairs and into the bedroom.
Jiang Cheng took his time, hanging up his keys and taking his shoes off by the door. Then he strolled up after Nie Huaisang, passing right by him when he entered their room to, instead, head straight for the small trunk at the base of their bed.
Nie Huaisang swallowed, his eyes tracking Jiang Cheng’s movements. He perched at the edge of the bed as patiently as he could manage… which wasn’t very.
“A-Cheng,” he murmured, spreading his legs and sliding his clever hand up his own thigh. “You told me to hurry up.”
“I did,” Jiang Cheng agreed, his tone taking on a different edge to it—more similar to that from the car. Sharper, deeper, more commanding. He began pulling out the objects he was looking for. “Stand up, A-Sang.”
Nie Huaisang jumped to his feet immediately, biting his lip as he watched several things be placed carefully down in his place: a bottle of lube, a strip of violet fabric that served as a blindfold, his favorite pair of handcuffs, a vibrator, and, lastly, Jiang Cheng’s whip.
It was a beautiful thing, custom made and elegant in design. He heard Nie Huaisang’s breath hitch at its addition, and knew even before he turned around that he would be desperate for it.
Sure enough, Nie Huaisang’s eyes were wide, his lips parted as his breath came in short little bursts.
“Strip,” Jiang Cheng ordered, drinking in the sight as his boyfriend hastily obeyed, revealing more and more of his smooth, kissable skin, until he stood completely bare, his cock fully erect and flushed at the mere suggestion of what was to come.
“Kneel,” Jiang Cheng then commanded, his eyes half-lidded and his gaze dark.
He would never wrap his mind around the fact that such a gorgeous and lovely man fell for him, knelt for him, looked at him as if he was the hottest one in the room.
Even still, Jiang Cheng didn’t doubt the attraction between them. He might not understand it, but when he stepped into this role with Nie Huaisang, he felt comfortable, confident. And god did he love it—love him.
Jiang Cheng picked up the bottle of lube, tossing it to Nie Huaisang, who caught it with only a slight fumble. “Prep yourself for me,” he purred, twisting the blindfold around his knuckles.
Nie Huaisang whined, even as he popped the lid open and slicked up his fingers. “A-Cheng, I want you to touch me,” he protested. “I want to touch you.”
“Oh, birdie, I don’t know about that second one,” Jiang Cheng hummed, walking around behind him, tenderly brushing his hair out of his face. Then, just as Nie Huaisang sank his first finger into himself, he looped the blindfold around Nie Huaisang’s eyes, tying it neatly at the base of his head. “It isn’t what I have planned.”
Nie Huaisang let out a soft sigh, working his finger in and out with swift, efficient thrusts. Jiang Cheng paused before drawing away to watch, sliding a warm hand down Nie Huaisang’s spine as his boyfriend fucked himself open with undisputable eagerness.
“Let me… let me be good for you,” Nie Huaisang gasped, adding a second finger. “Fill me up, A-Cheng. I’m yours, I’m yours, I—”
He cried out, a soft little ah! as Jiang Cheng used his other hand to tug sharply on his hair. “So impatient,” Jiang Cheng murmured, leaning down to let his breath ghost over Nie Huaisang’s ear. “Do you want my cock in your mouth that badly? You can’t wait for the night to play out?”
“Yes,” Nie Huaisang said immediately, already desperate. “Yes.”
Jiang Cheng smirked, letting go and pacing back around to stand in front of Nie Huaisang. He reached down to flick open the button to his jeans, unzippering it slowly and letting the sound reach his boyfriend’s ears as he waited, blind and obediently still aside from the quick jerks of his wrist.
“Good boy,” Jiang Cheng praised, drawing himself out with a tiny hiss of relief. He stroked himself for a moment, enjoying the view on full display in front of him, before he reached to curve his fingers around Nie Huaisang’s chin. “Open up.”
Nie Huaisang parted his lips, an excited whimper escaping him as Jiang Cheng pushed himself carefully into his mouth. Jiang Cheng cursed under his breath, sinking into that warm, velvety softness; they had done this enough times that the glide was smooth, Nie Huaisang’s throat relaxed enough to take him all the way in. Jiang Cheng held himself there for a moment, still cautious, always cautious, not to hurt or rush him.
But then Nie Huaisang grew impatient, sliding his tongue up and down Jiang Cheng’s girth, the sensation sending sparks up Jiang Cheng’s spine. Before he could begin to suck and bob his head, however, Jiang Cheng tangled his fingers back in his hair to hold him still.
“You want me to fill you up?” Jiang Cheng growled, rolling his hips forward into that welcoming heat. Nie Huaisang cried out from pleasure, letting him fuck into his mouth as if this was exactly what he had wanted all night. In hindsight, it probably was. “A-Sang, do you want me to spill down your throat, and then again when I fuck you into the mattress?”
Nie Huaisang moaned around him, the speed and desperation of the fingers thrusting into his body increasing, his free hand shifting to begin to touch himself.
Jiang Cheng allowed him to, thrilling at how much Nie Huaisang loved this, at how much pleasure he took from this. “God, you feel so good,” he groaned. “So good for me, A-Sang. You won’t come until I tell you to, right? No matter how much you want to.”
Nie Huaisang whined, and, with noticeable effort, slowed the movements of his hands. Even underneath the blindfold, he looked entirely blissed out as Jiang Cheng continued to rock into him, his thrusts purposeful and drawn out, his stomach tightening with the flare of heat arching through him. He had been teased long enough that he could feel himself already nearing the edge, but that was alright.
He would have plenty of time to recover, after all. They wouldn’t sleep for hours yet.
“I’m so lucky,” Jiang Cheng whispered, not daring to look away from this gorgeous sight for even a moment: Nie Huaisang’s face flushed, his lips swollen and stretched around Jiang Cheng’s cock. “I want you to know that I’m being gentle with you, A-Sang. After this… I won’t be so sweet.”
Nie Huaisang shuddered in anticipation, letting out another muffled moan. The vibration was enough stimulus to send Jiang Cheng over the edge, thrusting once more until he was fully sheathed in Nie Huaisang’s throat. Nie Huaisang swallowed down his cum eagerly, starving for it, his hips twitching restlessly into the loose fist he had wrapped around himself.
Jiang Cheng groaned, slowly sliding out and letting go of his boyfriend entirely as he coughed and trembled and restrained himself from letting himself come.
“Hands off yourself,” Jiang Cheng ordered, tucking himself back into his pants. He knew that this was one of Nie Huaisang’s favorites—being entirely naked and bared to Jiang Cheng, while Jiang Cheng remained fully clothed and in control. “We aren’t close to being done.”
Nie Huaisang pouted and, with visible reluctance, drew both hands to rest loosely at his sides. His head was tilted, listening carefully as Jiang Cheng stepped away, unable to determine exactly what he was doing.
Jiang Cheng picked up the handcuffs, walking back over to guide Nie Huaisang into position: still kneeling, facing the end of the bed, his hands pulled up and cuffed into place, baring the smooth arch of his back and the alluring curve of his ass.
Jiang Cheng let go again, surprising Nie Huaisang when his hand, unable to help himself, stroked down his spine and squeezed that pert, perfect ass. Though he had just come, Jiang Cheng felt his dick stirring with interest, ever fascinated by how easily Nie Huaisang’s skin reddened and reacted to his touch.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he purred, dipping one long, calloused finger into him, the glide made smooth by Nie Huaisang’s earlier efforts. “Sometimes, I just want to lock the door and fuck you again, and again, and again. Come inside you until you’re dripping with it, until you can’t walk, and then make you beg for more.”
“Mmm,” Nie Huaisang hummed, rocking back onto his finger. “I wouldn’t complain, you know. We could do that right now. No one needs us this week.”
Jiang Cheng huffed out a laugh, drawing away and picking up the vibrator, which he silently coated in lube. Nie Huaisang rolled his shoulders while he waited, his act casual, but Jiang Cheng knew the way he tensed and relaxed, all anticipation and thrill.
And then, without any warning, Jiang Cheng pushed the vibrator inside of him, mercilessly setting it to its second highest vibration before Nie Huaisang could so much as adjust.
Nie Huaisang cried out, his back arching in a beautiful curve, his head tossing back as a sudden onslaught of pleasure crashed into him. It took him a solid minute to grow accustomed to the steady, unrelenting heat that was surely building inside of him. He clawed through the air for purchase he wasn’t able to obtain, his toes curling and his lips parting as he panted heavily.
Jiang Cheng smirked, backing away to pick up his whip, testing its weight in his grasp. “Relax, A-Sang,” he teased, his eyes half-lidded in his desire. “I don’t want this to hurt.”
“M…maybe I do,” Nie Huaisang shot back with the last shreds of his defiance even as he lowered his head and forced his muscles to relax.
Jiang Cheng growled low in his throat, flicking his wrist and unfurling his whip with a satisfying crack through the air.
Nie Huaisang whimpered, his breath hitching and then releasing as he braced for a strike that didn’t come. He trembled and bit his lower lip, managing out, “Come on, Jiang Cheng. Mark me, make me yours, I’m—”
Crack!
The first lash left Nie Huaisang moaning and arching again, the reddening mark rapidly forming under his right shoulder. He was a work of art like this, Jiang Cheng mused, sweat beading on his forehead and causing his bangs to cling to his skin and the back of his neck.
“You’re already mine,” Jiang Cheng answered lowly.
“Fuck, I could come from this,” Nie Huaisang swore, his voice thin and reedy.
“But you’re not going to.” Crack! “Are you, A-Sang?”
“N-no,” Nie Huaisang mewled, his hips twitching helplessly, desperate for a friction he couldn’t achieve. “I won’t.”
Crack!
“Good,” Jiang Cheng murmured, his own breath coming in short, quick gusts.
He refrained from setting a rhythm, varying the speed and severity of the lashes of his whip. Blindfolded, Nie Huaisang was helpless to do anything but moan and writhe and wait for each one to land. He took the whip beautifully, and Jiang Cheng knew just how much he longed for the sharp twinges of pain mixed with his pleasure—the way he pushed and pushed and pushed until he got exactly this, exactly what he wanted.
Finally, Jiang Cheng couldn’t take it anymore. Fully erect and straining once more in his pants, he let his whip clatter to the ground and hastily tugged off his shirt.
Nie Huaisang visibly tried to catch his breath, taken apart from the inside and out. Precum had dripped onto the floor, smeared against his belly and thighs. He all but collapsed when Jiang Cheng first took the vibrator out, and then unlocked the handcuffs.
Jiang Cheng caught him, careful not to put too much pressure against his red and tender back. “You did so well,” he whispered into his ear, gathering him into his arms. “So gorgeous, A-Sang. So perfect.”
Nie Huaisang sighed, a little, contened thing, nuzzling blindly into Jiang Cheng’s neck. “A-Cheng… A-Cheng, please,” he begged.
Jiang Cheng didn’t ask for clarification, scooping him up and laying him gently onto his stomach on the bed. “I know,” he crooned, picking up the previously discarded bottle of lube and slicking himself up.
“A-Cheng,” Nie Huaisang said again, the blindfold damp from unshed tears. “I… I need…”
“I know,” Jiang Cheng soothed, gripping his hips and pulling him half-up so that he could line himself up with Nie Huaisang’s pink, puffy hole. “I know what you need, love.”
“Ah—” Nie Huaisang gasped as he pushed in, his fingers fisting in the sheets.
Jiang Cheng moaned, his cock twitching inside him while he let him adjust to his girth. He was bigger than the vibrator, thick and hot and full, and the tight warmth of him was heady, hazing over his thoughts.
The second Nie Huaisang rocked back onto him, Jiang Cheng growled, the grip on his hips tightening as he drew back and then slammed back in. Reveling in the way Nie Huaisang let out a high, needy moan, Jiang Cheng swiftly set up an unrelenting rhythm.
He fucked deeply, angling his hips just so on his next thrust and causing Nie Huaisang’s next noise—a near silent scream—to almost be drowned out by the desperate slapping of skin. There would almost certainly be bruises on the slender, delicate skin of Nie Huaisang’s waist, an addition to the throbbing red lines on his back.
Jiang Cheng cursed, leaning down to begin to suck and bite at the back of Nie Huaisang’s neck as he continued to piston into him. Everything about Nie Huaisang was addicting—the heat radiating from his body, the scent of mulberry that clung to his skin, the way he shook and pressed up against Jiang Cheng with every thrust, the noises he was making…
Jiang Cheng could drown in him. He tangled his fingers back in Nie Huaisang’s hair, pulling him until he was a perfect arch, capturing his lips in a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Nie Huaisang kissed back with everything he had, rough and hungry and broken. They moaned and panted against one another, the blindfold pushed askew, but at this point, Jiang Cheng didn’t care.
Nie Huaisang thrashed beneath him, bucking back to meet his rhythm. His movements were growing erratic, his whines frantic. “A-Cheng,” he gasped against his mouth. “A-Cheng, please.”
Jiang Cheng slid a hand down Nie Huaisang’s belly, wrapping around his length. “Okay, A-Sang,” he breathed. “Let go.”
It took only four strong, steady strokes to cause Nie Huaisang to come with a wail, his entire body tensing and shuddering and clenching around him.
Jiang Cheng breathed out heavily, slowing his movements as he gently rode Nie Huaisang through his ecstasy. He lowered him tenderly back onto the blankets, smoothing his hands up and down his sides until his boyfriend relaxed, boneless and exhausted.
“I’ve got you,” Jiang Cheng murmured, pressing small kisses against the tops of his shoulders. “You can rest now.”
“Mmm,” Nie Huaisang hummed, blissed out. He lazily rolled his hips, his smile curling up as Jiang Cheng instinctively thrust into him. “Don’t stop, okay? You made a promise, didn’t you?”
Jiang Cheng chuckled lowly, snapping his hips forward as he began to pick up his rhythm. “I don’t know that I promised.”
Nie Huaisang keened, going pliant underneath him, letting him do whatever he wanted to him. “You’ll do it anyway,” he whispered, hoarse and confident.
Jiang Cheng began to slam into him in earnest, taking the permission to hit as fast and deep as he desired. Nie Huaisang’s overstimulated whimpers only egged him on further, the last threads of his restraint snapping.
He was close, heat pooling low in his abdomen. Jiang Cheng dragged his eyes over the marks littering Nie Huaisang’s skin, at the way his cock buried into him over and over again.
And then Nie Huaisang yanked off his blindfold and tossed a glance back at him, and the sight of him, lips swollen, eyes red from tears of pleasure, entirely fucked out and gorgeous… that was enough to send Jiang Cheng over the edge, pounding into him once, twice, thrice more, before he spilled deep inside him, buried to the hilt.
It took a few minutes for them to catch their breath, Jiang Cheng’s forehead resting in between his shoulder blades. Then, finally, he pulled himself out, savoring the quiet moan of protest from Nie Huaisang. He slipped away to grab a clean cloth and soothing cream, returning to the bed after a moment to tenderly clean his boyfriend up.
Nie Huaisang hardly moved, his head turned to the side and his eyes cracked open. He sighed contentedly as the cream was applied to his back, and then, when Jiang Cheng finished, shifted to make room for him on the bed.
Jiang Cheng smiled, sweet in a way he was for this man and this man alone, and lied down on his side, slinging his arm around his waist. “I love you,” he murmured.
Nie Huaisang leaned up to press a kiss to his forehead, his nose, and then his lips. After, he closed his eyes and hummed. “I love you too, A-Cheng.”