If Shen Yuan had been in her right mind, she definitely would have had thoughts about how actually, technically, her body had been made to live in trees and betray Sagramore's sworn-brother's trust. But she's not in her right mind. She's being driven higher, higher, her hips lifting as Binghe thrusts into her. She can hear her own moans, and somehow even those are less embarrassing than usual--pleasure and lightness suffuse her. She clings to Binghe, loving how close he is, how deep, hands fluttering over his perfect, handsome face.