To say the main characters had had a smooth journey would be a huge understatement. These men had been through hell and back multiple times and hadn't even faced off with the big boss yet. They had faced a ghostly forest, a giant and trolls, on top of that, dealt with troublesome characters that had no business hindering their path. But in all the gloom there was something worth celebrating and that was the start of a beautiful relationship between a cheerful Rong Zian and a stern Wu Yange. It was a match tailor-made by the gods with no means of escape,

The prince had the servants in the mansion light up a charcoal grill with all kinds of meat marinated to perfect waiting to be devoured. Rong Zian was beaming like a little pup showing off its canines before a major feast, he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into it. Taking advantage of Rong Zian's destruction and Wu Yange placed his hand on his waist gently rubbing here and there with a twinkle in his eyes as he stared at his boyfriend's side profile. He was sweetly smiling while watching him pour out some wine. Rong Zian lifted the cup and took a sip, leaving his sumptuous lips moistened with a glossy finish instigating a breath-taking revolt in his heart.

He moved his hand from Rong Zian's waist and draped his arm around his lover's shoulders pulling him closer. Rong Zian finally looked at him with a gentle smile while biting his lower lip. The feeling of being in Wu Yange's embrace was like infinite cherry blossoms blooming within him, so bright and pleasurable.

Wu Yange whispered in his ear, "Baobei, I want to drink some," while eyeing Rong Zian's cup of wine.

Both Rong Zian and Ying Tie were stunned speechless, they thought they had heard wrong but there was no mistaking it Wu Yange wanted to drink and now he could because his boyfriend could temporarily suppress his sapphire flame. Let's not mention the fact that he used the word baobei out loud. Rong Zian placed his hand on Wu Yange's thigh with a worried look in his eyes and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Mm," replied with his eyes still fixed on Rong Zian as though unwilling to miss a moment. Rong Zian deactivated his sapphire flame with ease and was about to pour some for him when Wu Yange grabbed the cup he had drunk from. "No need we'll share," he said after taking a sip with a smirk on his face. His brain was probably applauding him for scoring an indirect kiss with minimum effort.

With the meat ready, the men scoffed it down like bears just out of hibernation with Rong Zian being on the forefront stuffing his face like a cute squirrel. With all the meat gone, the real fun began with Rong Zian introducing an interesting drinking game which he would soon regret even suggesting.

"It's called truth or drink," excitedly exclaimed Rong Zian placing a snuff bottle, they commandeered from an old servant, at the centre of the table, "The rules are simple, we take turns to spin it and whomever the cap faces when it stops will be asked a personal question. You can either tell the truth or drink."

Wu Yange barely heard anything mesmerised by his exquisitely sculpted face and his elegant body movements as he explained the rules. Ying Tie wasn't too thrilled but was too bored so he joined in on the fun. "For some of you who would rather drink than spill your secrets, I upped the level with my mother's special wine. Now, this shit will get you so fucked up, you would have to deal with a massive hangover for the entire day tomorrow," he said pouring out some into their cups.

"You got this from the goddess?" asked Ying Tie curiously sniffing the wine in his cup, "hehe, she must be fun."

Rong Zian's hand searched for Wu Yange's hand under the table and instantly lacing their fingers together blushing like teens doing something illegal. "You want to play?" he asked Wu Yange.

"Mm," replied Wu Yange before making the first spin. He had a lot of burning questions that he wanted to ask Rong Zian and as luck had him, the sheep delivered itself into the wolf's den.

As expected the first turn landed on Rong Zian which made him suddenly feel like he had set a trap for himself. "What was I doing in your dream and don't say eating hotpot because I know that was a lie?" asked Wu Yange with a smirk on his.

"Huh?" that was Rong Zian's reaction with wide-eyes feeling like a rabbit caught in a bear trap. 'Fuck! Wu Yange doesn't know how to mince words.'

"I can't say it out loud," replied Rong Zian nervously tapping his cup, the tips of his ears red. Wu Yange gestured for him to say it into his ear and so Rong Zian whispered the entire tale of being pushed down the couch by a modern version of the prince. Whatever he whispered got Wu Yange on the edge of his seat with his cheeks reddened.

"This sucks now I feel left out. You are so fucking annoying," said Ying Tie wishing he could just quit and drink by his lonesome.

Rong Zian spins the bottle crossing his fingers that it lands on the noisy brawny man and it actually did. He didn't waste any time taking the bull by its horns, "Do you like Wu Fan?"

Ying Ting looked like he had been struck by lightning and gulped down the entire cup with a frown on his face. There no way he was answering that question choosing to take his chances with the hangover tomorrow. "This stuff is strong," said Ying Tie spinning the bottle landing back on Rong Zian. "Haha, do you really not remember physician Rong and what happened the other night?"

"Fuck! You must a vendetta against me. I don't remember jerk," answered Rong Zian feeling disgruntled. How bad could it have been? And so Ying Tie exposed all of Rong Zian's drunken escapades even the digging his claws in the pillar so he could continue giving his patient a thorough medical exam. Rong Zian was so embarrassed praying the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

Wu Yange gave him bug-eyed expression while saying, "How about I make another appointment with physician Rong or slutty nurse Zian tonight," licking his lower lip in a sensual manner. Yeah, Ying Tie heard all that while standing out that night before interrupting their session.

'Shit I think I might get pregnant just looking at him,' thought Rong Zian averting his gaze from Wu Yange as he spins the bottle. Ying Tie heaved a sigh of relief when it stopped on the prince instead of him.

'Okay pretty boy, payback is a bitch.' thought Rong Zian with a smirk on his face looking at the provocative Wu Yange.