Xuan Han didn't return to the room. He couldn't, not yet, because he couldn't stop thinking about the dance with Ling Yue. Everything he had been fearing was suddenly becoming a reality.
Falling for Ling Yue was never his intention, but the few days he had spent with him, the way he laughed, the way he always moved around him, and the friendship he shared with the others made him feel like an omega.
For years, he had not felt like that, and he never expected to be this deep in his disguise. He should have forgotten about the dance by now, but he couldn't stop imagining it, the way his heart had raced when Ling Yue touched him and how he had wanted to pull him closer, pin him to the wall, and kiss him senselessly.
"Ahh… Xuan Han," he muttered his own name, rubbing his hand through his hair as he looked up at the moon in the sky.
Am I doing the right thing, Feng Lan? Is this right?
