Luo Binghe can hardly bear it. He knows himself to be much more fragile than anyone thinks—more fragile than he would allow anyone to know—but right now he feels himself a porcelain teacup run through with a web of cracks, waiting for one more tap to shatter apart. "I am yours," he says again. "Will you let me have you?"
He wants—But he doesn't want to do it by force or by trickery. Careful not to dislodge Shen Qingqiu's hand, he bites his thumb hard enough to break the skin. He reaches up and mirrors Shen Qingqiu's touch, resting his fingers just under Shen Qingqiu's jaw and brushing a drop of blood over his lip. As a scholar, Shen Qingqiu must know the properties of Heavenly Demon blood. Let him choose if he wants to be truly Luo Binghe's.
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Date: 2023-10-29 08:07 pm (UTC)He wants—But he doesn't want to do it by force or by trickery. Careful not to dislodge Shen Qingqiu's hand, he bites his thumb hard enough to break the skin. He reaches up and mirrors Shen Qingqiu's touch, resting his fingers just under Shen Qingqiu's jaw and brushing a drop of blood over his lip. As a scholar, Shen Qingqiu must know the properties of Heavenly Demon blood. Let him choose if he wants to be truly Luo Binghe's.