Wei Wuxian, the God of Wine, was no doubt goading him on. "But, of course, we all know that you don't particularly care for the pleasures of the flesh. Being inexperienced and all that, I'm sure you don't even know what to do if I really did offer myself up on the plate!" Alas, those words had cut the last strings of restraint in Lan Wangji. "Who?" The God of Light questioned, his deep voice reverberating throughout the room. "Who said I do not know?" ... Two gods; a burning desire.