The light of the Underworld

There was a chance Fan Wujiu would reject him, but they had shared a room more often than not. Even if he wasn't missing it, Xie Bian guessed he was at least used to his presence.

"I remember you insisting that I wasn't any different from Wei Xiangsi," Fan Wujiu said, his tone amused. "How much things change, in such a short time."

"I have no idea what you mean," Xie Bian said, looking out at the sprawling estate.

Fan Wujiu just hummed. "You can do as you want. Maybe in the morning you can tell your suitor I made you."

"I'll tell him you wrestled me into bed like a brute," Xie Bian said, knowing he would never do something like that. "Maybe I'll even cry."

When Fan Wujiu next spoke his voice was much closer to Xie Bian's ear. "No, tell him I made you cry. Tell him that you were only thinking of him as I took you by force."