Bai Bing Wen clears his throat, trying his best to look nonchalant. This is what he’s been trying to avoid—being put in an awkward situation where he has to explain something he’s not used to do. “Well, is there any other way to do it?” Ling Guang crosses his arms over his chest. “There is. But it’s a forbidden practice unless you are married to the other.” Bai Bing Wen nods in understanding, feigning indifference. It’s the thought that he’s the one who consciously did something to an unconscious person that is considered inappropriate that nags at his conscience despite his intentions being pure. He blames this world a little for this. He knows how much the people in the ancient world make a big deal out of these things, affecting Bai Bing Wen’s judgment of what is okay and what i

