Zichen never strikes a lethal blow, but he is quick to tap his beloved's sides or belly with the flat of Fuxue when he feels he sees an opening. And that is rare these days. He is proud of his A-Yang - even when that leg drags.

Instead of slashing like his adorable husband expects, Zichen takes a chance to pounce, wrapping an arm around Xue Yang's waist and pulling him close. His breathing is rough and he nuzzles his husband possessively, Fuxue resting at his side.

"Slow, A-Yang. Breathe. You're only with me."