Shen Qingqiu wraps the inner robe tighter around himself, flushing even brighter red. It's not like anyone will mistake what they've been doing, with Binghe flashing his entire chest like this, displaying miles of muscle and skin, shining with recent exertion, so there's no real point in getting further dressed. He twists around, though, and finds the sleeve of his outer robe, dipping into it to grab the fan Binghe had returned to him. At the very least he can hide behind it so he doesn't have to make eye contact with anyone.
He stands up, and then sways at the unexpected weakness in his legs, steadying himself against Binghe's aforementioned very bare chest with one hand. "Ah," he says, more breath than word.
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Date: 2023-11-02 08:05 pm (UTC)He stands up, and then sways at the unexpected weakness in his legs, steadying himself against Binghe's aforementioned very bare chest with one hand. "Ah," he says, more breath than word.