[ Xue Yang watches Xiao Xingchen as the man lies down, unaware of the way that the set of his gaze is lacking some of its usual harshness. The blue contrasts with the red of his wedding robes and makes the paleness of his skin stand out, overall making him a very striking sight.

His gaze drifts to the spot that Xiao Xingchen is patting, and he gives a slight huff of an exhale. ]

Nah. I only looked around a bit when I got here the first time. How is it?

[ But before Xiao Xingchen can answer, Xue Yang flops down next to him. He wasn't really expecting much from a bunch of flowers, and is surprised that it's softer than he was anticipating. ]

Huh, not bad... Your bed's better, though.

[ Xue Yang's bed, on the other hand... That's debatable. ]