He's remiss to pull away, keeps a hand on Jiang Cheng's skin by sliding it down to cup the side of his neck. With the distance so short between them, Xichen cannot help but smile. "You risk me growing greedy, Jiang Cheng."

With each kiss, with each touch, he can feel his heart fluttering in his chest. It sings for something, longs for what comes next and more.