"Impatient." Luo Binghe kisses the corner of his mouth. "Of course I'll take you to my quarters. After serving me, my wife deserves to recover in luxury." And as much as he's wanted to join with Shen Qingqiu in body, he has been looking forward to this equally. It's his favorite part of sex—to lie around without a care, languid and indolent, in the arms of someone pleased with him.

Shen Qingqiu, with his thin face, probably would not like Luo Binghe to parade him through the hallways naked and debauched, no matter how much Luo Binghe might wish it. But neither does Luo Binghe want to stop touching him long enough for both of them to properly dress. Luo Binghe pushes himself off of Shen Qingqiu with another reassuring kiss to his forehead and finds his silk trousers, quickly pulling them on. Then he gently nudges Shen Qingqiu into sitting up, taking the rest of his clothing from behind Shen Qingqiu's head and casually disappearing it into his storage ring. That is all the clothing he intends to wear. Then he reaches for Shen Qingqiu's inner robe and drapes it around his shoulders, raising an eyebrow at him—daring him to be satisfied with only this to protect his decency. If Shen Qingqiu puts up another endearing display of being scandalized, all the better.