Luo Binghe leans into the touch gratefully. He has rarely been so happy as the moment before he kissed Shen Qingqiu, and rarely so wretched as when he believed Shen Qingqiu didn't love him. He's exhausted, as though he's been fighting for his life for the past day against some powerful beast. "Thank you," he manages. "I hope—I am putting a lot of faith in your ability to read him."