THE NEXT DAY, Zhan Sheng marched into his father's office determination set in every step. The walls were adorned with intricate paintings and tapestries depicting ancient battles and scenes of prosperity. The wooden furniture was carved with such detail that it seemed almost alive, and the scent of sandalwood filled the air. He walked towards the large desk where his father sat, feeling small under the weight of his father's disapproving gaze.
Zhan Wei's yamen[1] reflected power and status, and Zhan Sheng could feel it in every inch of the room. Zhan Sheng thought of the kisses he shared with Lei Bo by the stream, his first kiss and he felt his face grow hot. Lei Bo had been wanton and pink beneath him, stuttering and flushing with each breath trying to shove Zhan Sheng away, but Zhan Sheng had held him close.
Now was the time and he wouldn't take no for an answer.
