"Are you sure this is a good idea, A-Yan?"
Lan Meishan asked as he watched Ningyan who was currently in his masked beastman form, climbing the high fence surrounding the most abandoned corner of the clan manor.
Ningyan's white tail swished excitedly from side to side as he struggled to pull himself up.
"I don't think I've had a single good idea in my entire life," he said with a heavy breath, finally managing to sit on top of the fence. "But I'm very sure about this one."
He looked down at Lan Meishan.
Meishan was staring up at him with an adorably worried expression behind his glasses.
He had been looking at him like that all day.
Ningyan sighed inwardly. He had woken up that morning in Meishan's arms, free from the pain in his chest.
For a moment, he had almost decided to forget everything and simply distract his husband by finishing what they had started the night before.
