Making eye contact with Shen Yuan sends an intense bolt of pleasure through Luo Binghe. His beautiful, perfect boyfriend, so easily flustered in public, yet so lewd in his eager, unpracticed attentions. Luo Binghe can't help himself—he takes himself in hand and rubs the tip against the back of Shen Yuan's throat with a helpless mmn, every part of him drawing tight. He's so close—and Shen Yuan told him not to hold back—and the thought that Shen Yuan wants him to sends him over the edge. He clutches Shen Yuan's hair so tight his hand shakes, his mouth falling open as he comes into the warm heat of Shen Yuan's mouth.