Li Wang, still awkwardly hovering near the unconscious man, turned back once more, his brow furrowed. "Umm… what does he mean by that… he doesn't mean… mate, right? I didn't mishear it, did I?" His voice was uncertain, tinged with disbelief.
Jian's eyes softened, though he couldn't hide the small grin tugging at his lips. "He clearly said mate, and… I saw the light thingy… the glow from his chest… and, oh, his jetti — it's visible now too."
Li Wang's gaze drifted back to the prince's face, where the faint, golden gem shimmered on the spot between the man's eyebrows. His jaw tightened slightly, a mixture of astonishment and unease washing over him. "This… this can't be…" he muttered, slowly climbing down from the bed. His hands ran nervously through his hair. "I think… there's been a misunderstanding. I'm not… gay."
Jian blinked, staring up at him in surprise. "Are you sure?" His voice was gentle, hesitant, but curious.
