108 We match **

Yu Yanlin's chuckle was bright and clear. Zhang Wang felt his heart flutter. "I've never had anyone call me cute before," he admitted.

"Well you are," Zhang Wang insisted, as he arched upward like a cat, stretching his muscles to force them to start to wake.

The demon king followed, ready to sit up and join the Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms in whatever chores or affairs he was about to embark on. But before he could fully sit himself up, Zhang Wang placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back down.

Yu Yanlin blinked up at the Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms, who leaned over him. "What is it?" He asked with a soft voice.

"Just admiring," Zhang Wang confessed with a cheeky grin. "We don't have anything to do today, being locked inside with the snow and all. And it's damned cold so…

"So?"

"I propose that we have some fun."

At that, Yu Yanlin raised a brow, "What kind of fun might that be."