Shen Yuan gazes down into Binghe's big, beautiful eyes. He looks so sweet, his chin nestled against Shen Yuan's chest, his arms around him; the demon mark on his forehead glowing, softly, in the darkness. Shen Yuan bends to kiss him right between the adorably quirked and concerned eyebrows. "I think just sleep," he says, softly. "But—another time, please?" What a wonderful privilege, that Binghe could give him a Bulbasaur dream whenever he wanted.