A kiss will follow that relieved breath. The sweeter side of his husband will always awaken Zichen's desire for affection; for contact. He nuzzles those soft lips and grins.

"And I come home to you, do I not?" he gives Xue Yang a squeeze around his waist, "Don't be sad, A-Yang. This is something to celebrate - and we needn't let her go immediately. She is content."