This is how Shen Yuan first came to Luo Binghe: kneeling before him in the lounge, hazy with want and—he now knows—the drug Shen Yuan took to give himself permission to take what he wanted. Luo Binghe loved him then, but with all that has transpired between them, he cares for him even more—knows him more, and to know Shen Yuan better is to love him better. He strokes an affectionate hand over Shen Yuan's hair. "Take it slowly," he cautions. "My blood won't help much."