He loves how readily the other agrees, and how patiently Meng Yao begins to show him how to fold things. Xichen watches intently, kneeling beside him. And so when the half is set before him, he smiles his thanks before getting to work.

His attempts are...well. Functional. But with each garment, he improves just a little. Xichen can't help enjoy the work, though more because of the company and being able to help. He feels that glance and it threatens to make him flush, but he doesn't allow himself to show...how very much he likes the thought of lips being pressed to his - this kind young man's lips, to be precise.

It would be too easy to get carried away.