You'd sent him off to do something, of course you did. It couldn't be helped but... It wasn't that he wanted to.

Sharpen a sword... Easy, but a life or death situation for the sticky mess of clinginess that was the demon lord.

Eager to please as he was, he was tempted to grovel at your feet for more time by you, and also for more time buried against your godly hips. But alas, he was powerless, going off to run the errands you asked of him, drudging and dragging his feet as he did.

It reminded him of when he was younger, an untainted little lotus, eager to satisfy you and impress you by going on missions. The thought made him scoff as he went. He was out of your sight and in a foul mood it wasn't great for anyone.

Down the mountain he went, the thoughts of you that bounced around his head rather mindlessly being the only things stopping him from toppling a tree of killing someone he passed. He wanted to be good for his Shizun, he really did but... He really didn't want to leave your side.

He walked all the way to the place you wanted your sword sharpened —although he could have very well done it himself, surely far better than the blacksmith and gave your sword over.

All the time he was there the man was twiddling his thumbs helplessly like the people he passed didn't look at him weird: either fanning their faces or cowering before him; in some cases both.

And when the thing was handed back to him he nearly decayed into nothing from relief then and there. Over half way done— Less than half way to seeing your face.

The walk back was both a mix of slow and fast. He had a pep in his step but sometimes only walked at a slow, miserable pace. But when he began making his way up the stairs that felt endless to the peak, he sped up again. You were so close.

He could only imagine you waiting patiently for him, better yet, impatiently. He could see you thinking of him, going about your tasks with a weight in your chest at his absence. For a moment he wondered if this was what a military wife felt like. Wife... God, he was the wife in this relationship wasn't he? Even if he was the one making you call him husband in—

No. Bad Binghe. The moment his mind goes there, he's too far gone—

The moment he sees you, he thinks he actually ascended, no exaggeration. It was obvious Luo Binghe was besotted, but he was sure his heart stopped.

Sure, he was looking for like a hundred meters away, what did it matter?

Your eyes shone slightly in the light of the sun, surrounded by the leafs of bamboo as you seemed to look at the landscape. There was a faint breeze that made your clothes rustle in the winds, catching in your sleeves and making them flutter as you went. You had this wistful smile on your face too, like you were at peace here. The sight made him want to bite you, as bizzare as the compulsion was.

It had only been a few hours, but poor Binghe felt like he was seeing you for the first time in three years all over again. And he was falling for you again just the same.