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Jin Guangyao shut the door as quickly as he’d opened it, blinking in shock.
The image he’d seen was etched in his mind: Lan Xichen on top of Nie Huaisang on his desk in his office in Jinlintai, with Nie Huaisang’s robes halfway open and Lan Xichen attacking Nie Huaisang’s neck with his lips. The throaty moan coming from the pitiful Nie sect leader reverberated in his mind—or maybe it was just audible through the door. Really?
There was a half thump, then Lan Xichen’s strangled “A-Yao!”
“I’ll return in half of a shichen. Please be presentable by then.”