Shen Yuan lets out a mortifying sound and buries his face in Binghe's chest. "Binghe." He can barely stand to think about Binghe doing--doing that to him now, when he's in the body of an unrealistically hot cultivator; the idea of him doing it to his--his scrawny, absolute nothing of an original body is completely out of the question. "That's--"
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Date: 2023-12-26 10:53 pm (UTC)