It's a unique type of frustration when you agree that a character is deeply flawed but other people keep missing what's actually wrong with them and assigning them new flaws that they don't even have it's like free my man he did none of that. He did a bunch of other shit tho.
âYou know that isnât something to be proud of, right?â Feng Xin snaps as they walk.
Unsurprising, but Mu Qing is being insufferable againâhis monologue is about his lofty cultivation, how unlike lesser men heâs never been kissed or held a hand.
And why? Just because Feng Xin misunderstood the men back in the army camp and almost went out to âenjoy the bathsâ with some of them? The embarrassed flush has faded from Feng Xinâs face, but Mu Qing is like a dog who wonât give up chewing on a bone, too gleeful to stop.
âHavenât you been listening?â Mu Qing tosses his ponytail over his shoulder. âYouâre just bitter because you would have failed Guoshiâs training.â
âWho cares about that? Since when have I needed your stupid tactics anyway?â
Mu Qingâs mouth twists into a smirk. âBack at the camp to ward off those soldiers, apparently.â
âShut up,â Feng Xin spits.
His next action isnât kind, but neither is Mu Qing for teasing him for hours. Why not find out how good that stupid cultivation stuff is at warding off advances from other men, since heâs so confident? Maybe itâll shut him upâ
Feng Xin cups Mu Qingâs cheek in his hand and leans in before he can dodge. The kids is firm, insistent, carrying just a hint of tongue before he pulls back.
Mu Qing freezes, except for the hand that tentatively raises to cover his lips. âYouâŚ?!â
âNot so effective, hmm?â Feng Xin calls without turning around to look.