The wiggling is evil, but he loves it. His breathing is hitched and he grabs Xue Yang's hips with no regard to the fact that they are currently wearing nothing. His cheeks flush darkly when he encounters bare, soft skin.

Zichen is not a man who can resist forever. He sweeps his husband into his arms and carries him into a spring. Then he places his beloved on his lap as he sits. The hot water makes him groan and rubs a hand over that poor leg under the water.

"I've got you, A-Yang."