Prince and His Fool

With Zhao Lee somehow pacified and voluntarily leaving the building, peace was once again restored. Though calm and festive, it was just a façade. A lot of guests had been left stupefied with a newfound respect for Rong Zian, he had managed to tame a volatile goddess peacefully with no outside help what so ever. They were left with mixed feelings but no one dared to gossip about him after that. A look of admiration could be seen in their eyes.

Rong Zian had no knowledge of their thoughts and neither cared, his focus was entirely on a green dragon with a triple shot of gin as per his instructions. With his back facing the rest of the guests, he took a sip and commended the waiter for doing a good job. How he missed this feeling in ancient times and like a gluttonous pig, he eagerly downed it and told the waiter to never let him hold an empty glass.

By his third green dragon, he was slightly fuzzy but still vigilant when a pair of troublesome hands embraced his waist from behind. Rong Zian could feel Wu Yange's chest stubbornly pressing against his back before burying his face into Rong Zian's shoulder. Wu Yange inhaled deeply as he took a whiff of his scent before breathing out warm air that tickled Rong Zian' s sensitive neck. His entire body went numb aching for more of this pleasurable experience.

"What are you trying to do? People are looking?" complained Rong Zian barely putting any effort to stop him.

Wu Yange lightly chuckled as he continued sniffing Rong Zian perversely. "Let them look, I want them to know who you belong to," he replied in a low magnanimous voice, "Despite my efforts of preventing you from drinking, you still drank those cocktails even though you hate them?"

'You underestimated my desire to drink, that's your own miscalculation. On that subject," replied Rong Zian turning around to face him, "hand over your wallet, I need to thank my benefactor." He stretched out his hand with a 'give it to me' gesture but Wu Yange refused.

"He pumped you up with alcohol, now you want me to tip him for it? That's not happening," he replied laughing in amusement but Rong Zian wasn't having none of that. He directly felt up his pockets even though they were being watched and dug in there when he found the pocket he was looking for.

A thin-skinned Wu Yange suddenly turned bashful as he watched his beloved mercilessly ruffle his pockets, stimulating him to the point of losing rationality. The urge to bully his lover surged through his body, his lover had teased him all night that he could barely hold off on his carnal desire to conquer. 'Rong Zian has to pay reparations for this,' he thought feeling extremely parched.

Of course, the dense Rong Zian was oblivious to his impending punishment, he casually called the waiter over as his fingertips rubbed the banknotes from Wu Yange's wallet. There were only red notes and so he took all of them out and gave them to the terrified waiter. 'That a lot of money but it's my dream so…..I will do whatever I feel like,' he thought handing 10000 yuan cold cash to the man.

The waiter politely refused but Rong Zian wouldn't be Rong Zian if he didn't convince him. Defeated the waiter finally accepted and thanked him, scurry away like a little mouse.

Sensing the peeved tiger's restlessness, Rong Zian held his hand intertwining their fingers together and soothed Wu Yange rubbing his thumb against his. "Let's go home so I can pay you back. Will you please stop sulking, I only have eyes for you," he spoke in a coy tone that brought Wu Yange to his knees.

Wu Yange's line of sight shifted from their hands meticulously tangled together to Rong Zian's cherry plump lips. He wanted nothing more than to taste those juicy lips and mark every inch of his body, his eyes consumed with desire caused Rong Zian's body to involuntarily shiver. He couldn't help but feel as though he had been undressed by Wu Yange's eyes in public.

Without taking his eyes of Rong Zian, he called Ying Tie and instructed to take care of the guests before dragging his seductive lover to the car.

Though resolute in his decision, Rong Zian was a bundle of nerves. His stomach churned painfully as though stabbed by a thousand knives while breaking into a cold sweat along his spine giving him the illusion that the back of his shirt was drenched in sweat. 'It's just a stupid dream, indulge in your curiosity for once,' he thought giving himself an unpersuasive pep talk. Wu Yange had been extremely considerate barely making any suggestive moves on the way home which Rong Zian heaved a sigh of relief too but was oblivious to the real reason Wu Yange had exercised restraint.

The man was fully aware of the raging beast within itching to be released and consume every inch of his naïve boyfriend but was afraid of laying a hand on him in the car because he wouldn't be able to stop himself. He would most likely dominate him on that car seat and ravage him mercilessly in front of the poor driver. For him, the ride home was the longest ten minutes of his life so he solemnly vowed to create a room in his office with a bed so he could eat up his boyfriend at all hours of the day.

As it drew closer to the hour of reckoning, Rong Zian couldn't ward off the nervous feeling churning at the pit of his stomach. He was panic-stricken, his face pale and hands slightly trembling as the virgin in him finally surfaced. 'It's just a stupid dream, live a little,' he reprimanded himself attempting to calm his nerves. He had an inkling how copulation between men occurred and his lack of experience intensified his nervousness as he didn't want to disappoint Wu Yange. Sensing his wariness, Wu Yange held his hand their finger intertwined together and gave him a warm comforting smile though he had misunderstood what his boyfriend was really worried about.

Upon arrival, they walked hand in hand to their apartment and on the way Wu Yange didn't forget to comfort him. "You handled her quite well without my help. If she ever shows her face in front of you, I won't spare her and her family," said Wu Yange in a gentle tone as he rubbed Rong Zian's thumb with his. "I love you and I will do anything for you so please don't worry. Yan Yan has your back."

Rong Zian couldn't hold back a smile, his ears crimson red as he averted Wu Yange's gaze. By the time they entered the apartment, he was still stuck in a daze soaking in the sweet words Wu Yange had thrown to him. He was too absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the atmosphere had suddenly turned deadly, oozing with sexual tension.