The sounds that were coming out of Guangyao's lips were downright wanton at this point. What did he care about propriety? Tears came unbidden from him, dripping down his face. Nie Mingue felt so good inside of him and being held and kissed by Xichen as well... He must have died after all. That could be the only explanation.

His sad heartbroken mind must have thought of a comforting reality for him to be in his last moments. To be loved and wanted by the two men who were the first to value him as a person.

He moved back to meet every single thrust. His body tightening against him. He wanted them so much. To be theirs, to be protected and loved by them. He really was a greedy person. Pants of Xichen and Mingjue dropping from his lips like a mantra.