"I called you beautiful, my king, Wang Li, Ah Li," he singsong with a grin. His king laughed and let him go, but he pushed the raven-haired male, "You, my beautiful Ghost King, are a spoiled rotten king."
Quickly walking around to hide behind the platinum blonde, he stuck out his tongue playfully.
"Ying Yue, come," Wang Li called and he held onto the Heaven Chosen's shoulder.
"Protect me, Ah Yue," Sheng Shui begged but his lips were spread into a smile, "My king is terribly rude to me and I've worked so hard to make him all these nice clothes."
"Ah Li…"
"Ah Yue, come."
"But…"
"Ying-"
"No."
"No?"
"Ah Shui worked hard on all these clothing. Please do not ruin them, including the one you are wearing," Ying Yue paused and let his eyes roamed down the tunic his lover wore, "You do look very beautiful."
