Dammit, they were right. He had started to refuse the wine pot that was pressed into his hands but they were adamant about it. Glancing up at Huaisang, he turned his work from serving dinner to pouring drinks, first Huaisang's, then his own cup.

If had been anyone else he needed to serve, he would have scoffed and thrown the wine pot in their face. But this was Huaisang. And as much as this felt humiliating, Cheng also felt equal portions of wanting to please the other and so he knelt there after the wine was poured, hands flat on his thighs, waiting for Huaisang to take the first sip.