That draws his brows upward, then a frown. Xichen shakes his head, the alcohol leaves him dizzy and the quick motion forces the traces of sobriety away. The desire to hold on to Jiang Cheng is still too great, to still clutch at his arm like a lost child. He is a fool, he knows, and making a bigger one of himself as he lets out a frustrated huff.

"There is no spouse," he rushes out the words, heart hammering in his chest as he tries to burn off the effects of alcohol in his system. It's frustrating, far too late. "And it was I who asked you to fix it, Jiang Cheng. I have been too bold."