"As much as you like. I belong to you." With dry humor. "Wei Ying, you're like the sun. You're never too hot for me to handle."

Seeing he's happy for now, releasing the burden from each other, he happily welcomes him back in his arms, holding him close.

"It's getting late. Should we set up the blanket and pillow so we can get comfortable?" After all, there isn't much space on the chairs for them to cuddle.