Shen Yuan goes red. If he didn't know better, he'd think this was entirely a dream of his own creation--that Binghe, the real Binghe, wasn't here at all, and this was some kind of ancient subconscious wish-fulfillment where his super hot and cool boyfriend reassures him he'd been handsome as a weird nerd, too.

But--the sudden shyness in Binghe's face disarms him entirely. The Binghe of his imagination would never be nervous about it; he'd be endlessly suave and charming, completely confident in his ability to sweep Shen Yuan off his new/old feet. "Binghe," he says, laughing, and reaching up--a little more up than usual--to cup his jaw. "Why are you shy, all of a sudden? It's just me."