Because Luo Binghe sleeps infrequently, he does not always sleep at the same time as Shen Yuan, and this is the first time he has since they started 'dating.' Even a week ago he would have taken time to set the scene, like he did with Sagramore, making himself impressive and crafting an atmosphere for romance. But when his unconscious mind nudges up against Shen Yuan's he is so excited, and so confident that Shen Yuan will be pleased to see him, that he just crashes in like a Black Moon Rhinoceros Python. He wraps his arms around Shen Yuan's waist from behind and slots his chin over his shoulder, squeezing tight. "Beloved, it's me."

The dream halfheartedly bleeds into existence around them, some vague meditative garden of the kind that Luo Binghe's human realm palace has all over. If anyone looks closely, they will notice the flowers are really just pink and purple blobs with no detail, and the grass is a springy blanket without individual blades.