Yan Wuhen chuckled deeply, his heated breath fanning against Ningyan's neck.
"Why wouldn't I be jealous?" he murmured. "You are mine. Not his."
Ningyan swallowed at the possessive certainty in his voice. "I didn't know it was his chamber."
Wuhen pressed a brief kiss to his neck and pulled him closer, their bodies fitting together with ease.
"We're leaving the academy for a while."
Ningyan exhaled slowly. He'd already expected that. "Is it because of what happened to Qinghe?"
Yan Wuhen sighed. He released Ningyan then immediately hooked a hand around his neck, not tight enough to hurt, just enough to remind him who owned him.
His red-gold fox eyes gleamed with lazy amusement as he tilted Ningyan's head slightly, studying his expression like one might a favorite toy.
