Luo Binghe likes Sagramore a great deal, but he cannot help thinking of Shen Qingqiu. It's been almost impossible to fantasize about him. The Shen Qingqiu who Luo Binghe knew in his own world, despite his licentious reputation, was cold and distant as a block of ice, and the thought of touching him was just as appealing.¹ The Shen Qingqiu here has played so hot and cold with Luo Binghe that it's hard to picture what he might be like in bed. But like this, flooded with pleasure, his body hot wherever Sagramore touches, it is impossible not to wonder. If this was only Shen Qingqiu's hand, Shen Qingqiu's mouth, Shen Qingqiu's cock—it brings him dangerously close to finishing. He wrenches his eyes open and pants out, "Come now—you were so bold before about having me, taking power over me—nothing to say now?"

¹RIP to Binghe's ice demon general, who would not mind challenging the assumptions here.