Young Master’s Praise

Xuan Yang and Xu Feng locked eyes. The room was too serious for Xu Feng's liking, so he did what he did best. Xu Feng broke the silence with a question that cut through the charged atmosphere.

"Are you falling in love already? Your lover is next in line to be my husband, so don't fall too deep; I'll be on to my next one soon enough."

Xuan Yang's expression remained unchanged, but the atmosphere between them seemed to deflate, the sparks of tension fading away.

"Uh," Xuan Yang cleared his throat, his gaze steady on Xu Feng. 

Xu Feng didn't want to reveal the secret hiding spots in his bed or allow a certain scent to diffuse in the room, so he stayed as still as possible. 

Staying seated in his borrowed chair, Xuan Yang continued to gaze at the ger, his thoughts hidden beneath a composed exterior.