A part of himself hated himself for enjoying Dan Feng’s proximity. Day in and day out, he complained about being turned into Dan Feng’s concubine, being paraded and exposed as such for all of the Luofu to gawk at. Yet, here in the deep of night, he found reassurance in it. In belonging, maybe. It was so unlike himself, who had always been fiercely independent. What kind of sorcery did Dan Feng possess to keep Yingxing in his thrall? [A fengxing fic]