He grins when Wuxian has to work so hard to push him away. He loves the effect he has on his lover. As he sits up to let him fling the talisman at the curtain, he yanks his robe off, tucking it over the side of the bed.

He doesn't have time to ask how accurate Wei Ying thinks that talisman really was before he's being pulled back down into a kiss. He hungrily chases his husband's lips, trying to be mindful still of the Little Rabbit in the other room. It was difficult to remember that concern though when Wuxian was underneath him, safe, and willing.