Luo Binghe bites the inside of his lip, perilously close to tears again for no reason that he can name. "I'm only happy I can please you. I, ah—"

The absurdity of the situation finally, faintly registers—Luo Binghe has had sex on dozens of floors, but rarely right next to a bed. He tucks himself away and stands unsteadily, his muscles still weak from orgasm and his insides shaky with emotion. Then he extends a hand to help Shen Yuan up.