Luo Binghe follows him with an involuntary sob, made witless with lust—though he doesn't neglect to circulate his qi with Shen Qingqiu's, to make sure the poison is cured. Then he releases his hold on Shen Qingqiu's blood, releases his muscles, releases everything and lets himself fall onto Shen Qingqiu, trembling and gasping for air, entirely humbled and spent.