Feeling half-crazed with desire, Luo Binghe drags his tongue up the vine. "I love how this body betrays your desires," he breathes—as though Shen Yuan isn't already betraying his desires with such shameless, intoxicating words. He picks up Shen Yuan's legs and throws them over his shoulders, knowing that the change in angle will deepen the pleasure, and shoves himself in hard. "Ah—my wife's body was made to bring me pleasure—"