Ren caressed Fang's beautiful face with gentle fingers. "What happened? Why are you suddenly so antsy about this, my big darling?" he asked softly. Ren cared much less about public opinion in general than Fang, and as far as he was concerned, the timing of their marriage was left entirely to the sole discretion of Fang. Whether Fang wanted to get married at the age of twenty one or twenty two or seventy one or seventy two – Ren was all right with everything. After all, they lived together and worked together and raised their babies together – Ren had nothing to complain about at all. Yes, it would certainly be good to have an official title of being the legally married husbands of each other – but that was a mere formality and Ren was happy to let Fang decide on it.
Fang hesitated for a moment, and Ren waited patiently for him to speak up, and continued to stroke Fang's fair cheeks with his feather like movements. Fang could feel his heart calm down by Ren's actions.