Husband

Luo Muchen's eyes sparkled with affection as he whispered, "There... perfect." His voice, barely above a whisper, carried the weight of his attachment towards him. 

Time seemed to stand still at that moment as the two of them stared at each other. Qie Xieling's eyes widened slightly when a once blank slate of the night he got so wasted reappeared as a fragmented memory. 

Once upon a time Luo Muchen pulled his chair like that and fed him in a hotel. He pursed his lips seeming a little listless. Who the hell was he supposed to ask when Luo Muchen didn't remember anything? The guy didn't even remember that they were rolling in between the sheets in the first world. 

Luo Muchen could suddenly pick up on Qie Xieling's low mood so he held his hand underneath the table and asked, "What? Did I upset you?" 

Qie Xieling quickly denied showing a radiant smile with his glossy lips. Luo Muchen didn't believe him but he let it go.