"Do you like… Yue'er?" Ningyan found himself asking.
He was genuinely curious and the way Wuhen looked at him in response only deepened that curiosity. There was something oddly earnest in his gaze, something unguarded in that drunken haze.
"I do."
The answer landed heavier than Ningyan expected. He frowned before he could stop himself then quickly smoothed his expression, clearing his throat as he pulled his fingers from Wuhen's hair.
"Then why trap me with a spirit mate chain and not him?"
"Because I want both," Wuhen replied without hesitation, pride and satisfaction dripping from his voice. "And I can have both."
Ningyan stared at him, genuinely stunned.
"I am not in agreement with you having both," he said firmly. "You have to choose."
Wuhen gaped at him like a lost puppy.
Well... a fox. A very drunk fox.
"I don't want to choose."
"Why?"
"Why would I?" Wuhen tilted his head, confusion clear on his face. "You can have both of us too, if you want."
