"Since the circle is mostly me..." Xingchen admits, blushing red, "No, it won't harm me. We are soulmates, so I expect this to go smoothly."

Their bodies are meant for one another - just like their lives and their souls. He presses kisses over Zichen's handsome face, his pride swelling in his chest. No man can ever be braver in his eyes; his Zichen is exquisite.

But he has always been that way.

"Let's go, love." he murmurs, guiding the way to the edge of the circle.