Atop the bed, Luo Binghe reclined on his side and smiled. “What’s wrong? Why won’t Shizun come here?” While it was said in that same soft tone, touched by a little bit of hurt, his eyes told a different story. He was looking Shen Qingqiu up and down as if he’d never seen him before; it was like he was trying to scrape off a layer of Shen Qingqiu’s skin with his eyes.
