Their spars are fun - they ignite their passion and keep them fit - but Zichen knows when to bring them to a close. His A-Yang is no danger to him, but his husband's blood runs hot when in combat. He could do himself further injury and there is nothing enjoyable about that.

So he brings Xue Yang out of the red haze with tenderness. The grumbling is just amusing and he meets that dark gaze without fear.

"The tables can always be turned." he nips at the other man's neck, "Go upstairs and ready us a bath. I can't go the rest of the day smelling of sweat."

And bathtubs are so useful!