Yingxing lay in bed, the dim candlelight filling the room and shining through the gentle white curtains which sheltered the bed from everything else. The crackle of gentle flames and smell of lilies surrounded him as he waited for his husband to join him in bed.

"A-Feng?" Yingxing called out quietly as the door opened. He sat up on the bed as he watched the firmiliar figure of his husband step closer.