Thirty minutes later.
The most terrifying man in the three realms was kneeling at my feet.
Holding a wine cup with both hands.
Ears redder than his eyes.
"Say it," I ordered, lazily swirling the immortal brew in my cup.
His throat bobbed.
"…Ge…ge."
"Louder."
He looked up, eyes wet, voice breaking:
"Gege."
Mother of—
I almost dropped the cup.
I grabbed his collar and yanked him into my lap.
"Good boy," I whispered against his lips. "Gege will reward you."
And then I kissed him.