It’s New Year’s Eve! Mu Qing is at his friends party, accompanied by his rival/friend, feng xin (who he claims to hate to his guts) all the guests watch excitedly as the timer goes down…. And boom! It’s 12 somebody shouts “go on! Kiss the person next to you for good luck next year!”feng xin grins “hey, Qing-er.. you want some good luck?” Feng xin teased. Before grabbing the back of my qings head and placing a kiss directly on his rivals lips with a cheeky grin. Drunk? Maybe.