Shen Qingqiu might never stop blushing. His cheeks might just be permanently stained red; he might just exist in a permanent state of acute embarrassment for the rest of his life.

"Don't mock me," he admonishes; but there's no hint of cruelty in Binghe's expression, just open pleasure and wicked delight. He's back to thinking about Binghe in straight man ways, but his gay self would want to kiss him, again, for the look on his face. His gaze hooks on his mouth, just for a moment, before he lowers his eyelashes.