Luo Binghe cannot repress a warm shiver at being addressed as such. He has been patient with "dating," especially as it has proved so unexpectedly satisfying, but Shen Yuan calling him husband alights a wild passion within him. He bites at Shen Yuan's bottom lip, groping at his waist, and then—feeling certain that Shen Yuan won't object—slides his hands higher to palm his buxom chest. He is remembering the ways he used to address his wives; the things they liked to hear. "My treasure," he murmurs into Shen Yuan's mouth. "I cannot bear to tear my hands from your body."