Sparring has already aroused him, though he doesn't like to fully admit it. As he watches Xue Yang sauntering away, he allows himself a deep shiver, breathing out in a rush. He can't explain what the other man does to him, but he can't say, for a second or a millisecond even, that he hates it.

Sheathing Fuxue and setting the blade aside once he re-enters their home, Zichen follows his husband upstairs and peeks into the bathroom. He can feel his body aching to be touched and he loosens his robes as he enters the room.

"I like you worked up."