Shen Yuan bursts out laughing. He shakes with it, knocking his head against Luo Binghe's collarbone, hands clutching at his ribs, then flops over onto his back so he can giggle at the ceiling until it plays itself out with a hysterical little hiccup. "Just as well," he says, finally, out of breath. "I'd have a hard time finding that many boys who want to date me, anyway."