The Dog Takes Advantage of Its Master

[Secret guard top × prince bottom]

Xiao Mojin leaned against the couch as Xuan Qi undid his hair crown. His black hair spilled loose, making his face look much softer than usual.

“Tonight's wine...” Xuan Qi began hesitantly.

“It has quite a kick,” Xiao Mojin finished for him, hooking a finger around the red cord at his neck. “But it still can't compare to the night you got drunk.”

Xuan Qi's ears warmed as he remembered that reckless night. He bent to blow out the candle, but Xiao Mojin caught him by the wrist.

“Why the hurry?” Xiao Mojin tilted his head to look at him, the flickering candlelight reflected in his eyes. “The night is still young.”