Everything Xingchen cooks or bakes, Xue Yang very happily enjoys. Not even just because Xingchen was the one who made it, but because it tends to taste pretty good too. His arm has healed up well, though there are still scars, slowly smoothing out and fading. Along with the odd other injury that slips past his guard.

None of them bother him, though he's increased his efforts not to let even a scratch get through. And less and less do. He doesn't want to be the reason for Xingchen's laughter and smiles to fade away again.

Xue Yang hears the whispering of children as he browses and treats them to a sharp look that sends them scampering off. He heads back to Xingchen's side only to grin at the question, reaching for his boyfriend's hand.

"You're beautiful enough to be the best wife, but I think we'd need to be married first." And his tone says that isn't a bad idea in his opinion.