[ That almost makes him laugh, reading the course of Wen Kexing's thoughts as best he can from his words. A monk? Yes, but ... he admires those fluttering lashes and lovely eyes, pensive as he brings a thumb up to trace soft lips, gaze flicking between. ]

You think I have had no opportunity to take another lover. [ His head cocks thoughtfully, surprised. ] Does the thought of my being with another trouble you so?

[ That is terribly, awfully cute. He never would have imagined Wen Kexing that jealous. ]