He can't help the relieved breath that he doesn't have to let go of both of the sweet creatures. Not even just because that sweet little squirrel was a gift from his husband. Xue Yang snuggles deeper into Zichen's arms.

"That's why you are my wolf. Independent, brave, gorgeous." And such a fierce protector. He loves seeing the little carving he'd made for his husband. Knowing it's enjoyed is a great joy.