[ He is, at times, frightened by the intensity of Wen Kexing's feelings for him. Not by Wen Kexing himself, never him, but by how much he can make Zhou Zishu feel. Zishu exhales, steadying himself where he's perched on his husband's lap. (Because that's what he is, isn't he? Husband.) ]

Lao Wen should do as he likes. This Zishu will like it all.

[ That's about as blatant an invitation as he can manage to give. ]