"Your socks," Luo Binghe says. Clearly Shen Yuan meant to provoke him. Hasn't he read all about Luo Binghe's sexual encounters? Surely he knows how Luo Binghe enjoys the sight of a well-formed foot in a pair of pure white socks. Perhaps Luo Binghe could take them off with his teeth—but not right now. Shen Yuan's interest in other matters is very obvious, and straining for his attention. Luo Binghe licks his lips, nearly dizzy with arousal just at the thought of what he's about to do. He takes the base of Shen Yuan's cock in hand and delicately licks the tip, savoring the burst of salt across his tongue.