Luo Binghe shudders at his bold touch. Already the banked embers of lust are flickering into flame. He doesn't want to do anything Shen Yuan doesn't want—he still remembers that Shen Yuan had to drug himself to act on his desires—but Luo Binghe was clear-headed on the night they coupled, and he remembers as well Shen Yuan's frantic pleasure. He's been so happy just spending time with Shen Yuan, but he can't deny that he wants him. His body certainly can't deny it—he is already stirring to hardness. He rubs his thumb at the hem of Shen Yuan's sweater, insinuating it underneath to brush warm skin, and breathes a soft moan into Shen Yuan's mouth.