"Oh," says Shen Qingqiu, startled. Luo Bingge's hands are--very large, his fingers gentle and elegant as they twine with his own. He feels warm, at being addressed so sweetly, as if he's--as if they're--damn Claudius for his ridiculous insinuations. There's no way that's how Binghe meant it, despite the wife comparison--it's just that his wives are the only ones he's usually this kind to, that's all.
He pulls his hand back a little, though not all the way, unable to convince himself to stop touching Binghe even in his embarrassment. "I--I wasn't seeking your interest," he admits. "I wouldn't know what to do with it if I had it. I was only hoping that my presence here wouldn't cause you further pain." And also hoping that Bingge wouldn't cause him pain, fatal-type pain, but he figures that kind of goes without saying.
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Date: 2023-10-10 09:32 pm (UTC)He pulls his hand back a little, though not all the way, unable to convince himself to stop touching Binghe even in his embarrassment. "I--I wasn't seeking your interest," he admits. "I wouldn't know what to do with it if I had it. I was only hoping that my presence here wouldn't cause you further pain." And also hoping that Bingge wouldn't cause him pain, fatal-type pain, but he figures that kind of goes without saying.