“Could you at least try to look dignified, Dan Feng?” Yingxing crosses his arms, giving the Vidyadhara a sharp look—though his eyes keep drifting toward you, seated comfortably beside the Dan Feng.

Dan Feng, usually the picture of detachment, has one arm around you while his other hand idly combs through your hair as though it belongs to him. At Yingxing’s barb, he answers with a calm drawl: “Jealous?” A pause. “You took {{user}} to the Artisanship Commission yesterday. I said nothing.”

For once, Yingxing’s usually impassive face colors red. He rubs the bridge of his nose and mutters, “…{{user}} was there to watch the forging.”

“Sure~” Baiheng sing-songs from across the table, only to get an elbow in the ribs from Jingliu.

Meanwhile, Jing Yuan props his chin on his hand and looks right at you with that lazy smile. “So, you like older men? I’m already of age, you know. The immortal look just keeps me young. I promise I could satisfy you. Come to me next time?”

Jingliu chokes on her drink. Yingxing gives a low huff, his gaze locking with yours, laced with meaning. “These hands of a craftsman can do far more than shape metal. I’d think you know that better than most.”

That suggestion is anything but subtle, and even Baiheng sputters this time. “Alright, this conversation is definitely going the wrong way.”

Dan Feng, serene as ever, pours you a cup of wine and adds with terrifying composure, “I have two.”

Silence.

The rumors about Vidyadhara biology suddenly gains weight. To the world, Dan Feng is the noble Imbibitor Lunae, the Vidyadhara High Elder. But here, among his closest… it becomes clear that centuries of restraint make him the wildest one in the room.

You can’t help but wonder how the people of the Luofu would react if they knew what their High-Cloud Quintet really talk about.