Shen Yuan pushes at Binghe insistently until he's flat on his back and Shen Yuan is laying on his chest, looking sternly up into his face. "It doesn't matter," he says firmly. "You're my boyfriend. They can deal with it, and if they don't, they're not very good friends." He reaches up to run a thumb over Binghe's cheek. "Besides, it's not like I don't have practice defending you to people."