He is unbearably charming. Luo Binghe doesn't want to think it, but he can't help himself—the way Shen Qingqiu stumbles over his words makes his heart judder painfully in his chest. His vulnerability, his shy, almost coy demeanor... It's the complete antithesis of Shen Qingqiu, and the walls that Shen Qingqiu himself built around Luo Binghe's easily-bruised core are crumbling to dust. He resolves to reject the attempt, whatever it is. He can't allow himself to be won over so easily; it would destroy him.
But then he sits down at the chair Shen Qingqiu has indicated for him, and looks at what's in front of him. It's a dish of rice—it seems to be several different types of rice in one dish, some of it oddly dark?—topped with a large piece of salmon. Shen Qingqiu cooked for him? It's a strange-looking dish, but perhaps Shen Qingqiu knows some arcane cooking techniques unknown to Luo Binghe—and besides—
His Shen Qingqiu would forbid him from eating dinner with the rest of the disciples, and reprimand anyone who brought him food. And this man says it's obviously not enough. The bowl of rice hurts to look at; it blurs alarmingly in his vision before he blinks hard. "You... made this?"
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Date: 2023-10-09 09:29 pm (UTC)But then he sits down at the chair Shen Qingqiu has indicated for him, and looks at what's in front of him. It's a dish of rice—it seems to be several different types of rice in one dish, some of it oddly dark?—topped with a large piece of salmon. Shen Qingqiu cooked for him? It's a strange-looking dish, but perhaps Shen Qingqiu knows some arcane cooking techniques unknown to Luo Binghe—and besides—
His Shen Qingqiu would forbid him from eating dinner with the rest of the disciples, and reprimand anyone who brought him food. And this man says it's obviously not enough. The bowl of rice hurts to look at; it blurs alarmingly in his vision before he blinks hard. "You... made this?"