Luo Binghe cannot stop smiling at him. He already wants to ravish him again—but there will be plenty of time for that. For now, he scoops Shen Qingqiu up into his arms, cradling him against his naked chest. "I understand," he says. "It is exhausting, to take me as hard and deep as I desire. Shizun did well." If he's a bit smug, a bit trying to fluster Shen Qingqiu on purpose, he thinks he's earned it. He has never been so happy to have satisfied a lover.