It is a strange doubling of experience and memory. Luo Binghe has had sex just like this hundreds of times, and there are things about being with Shen Yuan that are not so different. He has always eagerly sought signs of pleasure in his wives' faces, and always been attentive to their needs. Though he never loved all those women, he cared deeply about pleasing them. That is no different. But it is strange to feel desire, the sensations not only good physically—in a detached, disengaged way—but deeply arousing. He pants helplessly, chasing a climax that approaches far faster than he expected. "Beloved—"