He feels a shiver race through him and he can still sense the imprint of Xue Yang's lips on his when they part. The urge to lift him and carry him straight to bed is...overwhelming. But he is logical and he knows they are both hungry.

"I would go looking for you if you didn't." Zichen is quite serious - even the kiss on his nose doesn't distract him. Well, not much anyway. He does flush.

"A tent?" he suggests, "I know how to build a temporary shelter. She would enjoy the company, I think."