He loves that dry wit! Xue Yang smiles tenderly at that loss of focus...and wiggles against his husband again just because! He is Zichen's gremlin, after all.

Then it's his turn to gasp, this time with delight, as he's scooped up into strong arms. He curls trustingly into them though, not even a flicker of doubt. He won't be dropped. Not by this man. Never. And where he gets placed when they're in the spring makes him grin even as he settles.

The heat sinks into his body the next moment and he sighs, stretching out the leg that still occasionally gives him trouble. No where near as much as it had before, but he doubts there'll be a day it'll be gone completely.

"Much better."