Luo Binghe stills his fingers instantly when Shen Qingqiu tenses. He should have guessed that Shen Qingqiu would be nervous. Luo Binghe would happily spend an hour getting him ready, if necessary, but he has an advantage here that he didn't have with Sagramore. "You're beautiful," Luo Binghe murmurs against his face, resting his weight on his forearm so he can tangle his unoccupied hand in Shen Qingqiu's hair. He kisses his cheek. "I'll—Let me activate my blood. Can I? It will make it easier."
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Date: 2023-10-31 04:18 pm (UTC)