Luckily for Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe knows exactly what it means when a blushing virgin gives him that look. Relief and affection rush through him so powerfully that he simply has to kiss Shen Qingqiu one more time before answering his silent plea.

He reaches for the pot of salve, so aflame with passion that he lingers over applying it, groaning at his own touch. He increases the activity of his blood parasites, forcing the necessary muscles to relax, then takes himself in hand and slowly pushes in. He's done his best to ready Shen Qingqiu, but it's still a tight fit; he scrambles for the salve and smears it more generously over the shaft, murmuring nonsense the whole time about how beautiful Shen Qingqiu is, how much Luo Binghe likes it and likes him.