Call him shallow or in denial or whatever the right phrase is, but he hadn't wanted the life of a cut sleeve. He'd watched how idiotic his brother and Lan Zhan acted and he wanted as little similarities between his life choices and theirs as possible. He wanted an uncomplicated marriage with a biological heir and if there were any more children, he'd make certain that heir would be the favorite. He wanted what was appropriate and expected.

So explain why he hadn't fought as hard as he could've to save his engagement and before that to find someone he could tolerate the idea of being married to (even with the sex), and he'd barely entered Huaisang and already had experienced more passion than all of his other experiences combined? He didn't know exactly what this meant for him, but he was pretty sure he was royally fucked.

At least he wasn't the only one, he thinks as he hears Huaisang curse and smirks. He hums his agreement and slowly pushes in further. He lifts one of A-Sang's legs and kisses along smooth, pale skin. "You feel so good, A-Sang! So tight.. so beautiful. You're much too pretty to cover these legs in trousers. Promise me you won't next time we're together." He nips lightly at a fleshy part of his calf.