The White Snake is in...?

By the time the boat reached the dock, XueYa had jumped out and staggered out of sight, flushed from having to endure others' lovemaking from one foot away. It wouldn't normally faze him, but having been blue balled and straight out kneed to oblivion by LiangLin, he had become sensitive to everything, even suggesting fun between the sheets.

The overwhelming scent of musk and sweat, mixed with the jasmine emitting from Yating's skin, had driven him over the edge - and to contemplate if he should just drown himself in the icy river to end his suffering.

Gods, how he missed LiangLin. The soft, pouty lips, the drunken scent of sweet rosy wine, how he denied XueYa's advances with the most alluring blush-

Damn it, he just wanted to go home and make sweet love!

When XueYa resurfaced on the docking site, donning plain cotton robes and a more subtle moustache over his smooth skin riddled with light creasing wrinkles, Feng MuLing was helping Yating out of the boat.