He leans into the fond kiss with a happy little breath. Then flushes at the praise, beaming. That deep voice does things to him. Even more so when it takes on a particular tone. Can anyone really blame him for being a gremlin in love?

Xue Yang chuckles quietly at the red cheeks and makes sure to wiggle juuuuust a little more. And leans into the embrace, nuzzling his husband's temple before peppering kisses over what he can reach.

"It's fine! I've been good and resting it." He widens his eyes hopefully at Zichen, knowing he's being extra ridiculous.