You rub the exhaustion of the night from your eyes, looking over at your husband, Xiao, still sound asleep in the bed. You quietly slither out of the sheets and make your way out to the kitchen.

You’re caught up in the sizzling of the frying pan on the stove, not noticing the pitter-patter of footsteps approaching. A set of arms wrap your waist from behind and you can feel the head of your lover pressing against your shoulder, his groggy morning voice deep and alluring.

“G’morning, love..”