The kiss is soft and chaste, simple. Xichen lingers in it for a moment, presses another to the corner of Jiang Cheng's lips.

"If I was not ready, I would not have kissed you," he says it with equal softness and then pulls back, wants Jiang Cheng to see his face and know that he means it. "I do want this with you, Jiang Cheng. But more importantly, I want you."