#sun-jian

Tensing up slightly, his soft gaze traveled up as he cursed himself inwardly… He had just hung that accursed mistletoe himself in hopes of watching some poor victims awkwardly bump into each other beneath it and be forced to exchange unexpected affections, and yet…

Now he was the victim. 

Laughing nervously, he glanced off to the side. “Lord Sun Jian, I never expected to… Ahaha…aah…” How on Earth was he going to do this…? 

His Lord did smell of baijiu… Perhaps he could play it off as a small drunken experience, maybe the Tiger Lord was so intoxicated, he might not remember? Curse his devotion to silly traditions, less he might have just fled…

Shaking his head and manning up, he gently leaned up on his tip-toes before pressing his softer lips against the elder Lord of Wu’s cheek, before smiling and backing up immediately. “Nice to see you again, My Lord!”