The praise is as heady as drink, and he lets it cloud his mind, making him giddy. He kneels over Sagramore and undoes his belt, and then lets his outer layer fall, pooling on the bed like water. He takes his time stripping off the rest, running his hands over his body as he does, thumbing his nipples—he knows how to display his assets. Finally he kneels naked, already half-aroused. He dips his head so that his hair falls forward fetchingly. Luo Binghe is not used to how bright the magic lights¹ are in the rest of the mansion, so the light in here is dimmed and warm. He knows how it glistens off his body, and he remembers how Sagramore eyed him the first time they met. He wants to feel desired.

¹Electricity.