If not for Kexing, Zishu would literally be dead. He'd have continued to not care about living. He'd not have bothered looking for a cure. But he has his soulmate with him, and life matters again. And now they won't die, so long as they are careful. He'll do anything to stay with Kexing.

Having a lapful of Kexing only prompts him to wrap his other arm around his soulmate's waist and pull him closer. He presses in for another kiss, again lingering before bothering to answer. Getting up? Now? No. The bath can wait.

"I know," he murmurs against his beloved's lips. Then nips at them playfully before soothing with another soft kiss, fingers running slowly, gently, through that white hair. "What do you want your reward to be for all your work today?" For once he'll let his soulmate choose. Anything.