Luo Binghe’s fingers trailed down his side, occasionally squeezing and kneading. Hand. Hand. Thank you—hand! Your hand! When Shen Qingqiu went to grab Luo Binghe’s paw in a backhanded grip, he twisted. Somehow Shen Qingqiu found himself pressed down on top of Luo Binghe’s thigh with his legs apart, trapped in place. In the next moment, Luo Binghe caressed his nape before pulling him down, and his lips were captured again.
