He's so responsive, so sensitive—so irresistible. Luo Binghe can't stand it. "You're not Shen Qingqiu. You can't be the same man. If he—if he could be like this—" Shen Qingqiu no longer looks like he's about to bolt, but Luo Binghe is loath to let go of him. He wipes his face with his other hand. "If he could be so—I would have seen it. I looked."