The more Luo Binghe listened, the odder the expression in his eyes became. As if testing the waters, he said the word: “Shizun?” “Mm?” Shen Qingqiu cocked his head. Both his tone and expression brimmed with one hundred and twenty percent warm indulgence—a promise to grant whatever request Luo Binghe might have. Luo Binghe withdrew his gaze, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Nothing. I just wanted to try…saying it.”
