Luo Binghe brushes the hair from Shen Qingqiu's face and gazes down at him, loose and giddy with affection. "I see, I see. So my wife wants me all to himself—he doesn't want anyone else to see this body he has claimed as his own. He wants his own beauty to be for my eyes only. An acceptable request." He flicks a hand, and shuts the door with a burst of qi. Shen Qingqiu could have done that himself if he were thinking clearly; he must have been so addled by Luo Binghe that he forgot. Luo Binghe dives back toward him, kissing his jaw and neck, not sensuously but just quick little pecks to express his fondness.