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Shen Qingqiu, remembering the previous night’s turbulence, waited for the evening full of trepidation. Gradually, a feeling that he was missing something started rising in his mind, but considering the details was a mortifying ordeal in which he had to think about his dick in conjunction with the protagonist (off-limits.) So he waited for such thoughts to scatter time and time again.
After Luo Binghe bid him a good night, Shen Qingqiu unglued himself from his reading and strained his ears for the barest whispers of sound coming from the other room. First, there were the rustles of Luo Binghe undressing, then of him getting into the bed. For a moment - nothing and Shen Qingqiu almost wiped the imaginary sweat off his forehead in relief - but then a sigh and another exhale, a warmer one.
Silently, Shen Qingqiu got up, ready to bolt. When he heard a slick slide and a hum tinged with pleasure, he sprung into action. He was almost out the door when he remembered to throw the window open and then, since he was already there, scrambled outside through it.
Two incense sticks’ time was enough the previous night and so Shen Qingqiu resolved to wait that long again. He ruled out meditating during the wait, since it proved to be inefficient yesterday. Instead, inspired by the sword practice earlier, he fell into the rhythm of sword forms he’d been showing Luo Binghe. It worked better as a distraction and as his body reflexively and precisely guided him, his mind recalled how Luo Binghe had been moving through the same stances.
After only a few months of real training, Luo Binghe’s forms were technically correct, if a little clumsy in execution, the kind that could only be ironed out by muscle memory taking over. This day Shen Qingqiu was especially relieved that the training had progressed so well - if Luo Binghe still tripped and fell into him like he used to… He banished that thought from his mind.
Soon, the time deemed dangerous was up and Shen Qingqiu returned to the bamboo house. His room smelled only of night air - crisp, a little humid, and not at all like Luo Binghe. Congratulating himself, Shen Qingqiu slipped into his bed.
Shen Qingqiu thought he knew what to expect - that is, to sleep undisturbed until morning - but recently, his expectations had a way of not coming true. Which was why, shortly after he’d fallen asleep, he woke up to see Luo Binghe hovering over his bed and staring at him.
“Binghe?” he said. “What are you doing here? Did anything happen?”
“This disciple... had a nightmare and was scared of being alone,” Luo Binghe answered quietly.
Shen Qingqiu frowned. Wasn’t Luo Binghe incapable of having nightmares after Meng Mo had taken him on as an apprentice? Or had Great Master Airplane simply not mentioned in Proud Immortal Demon Way that it didn’t work that way? While he was trying to figure it out, his hand already reached for Luo Binghe and found him freezing to the touch, rendering all the academic musings irrelevant.
“How long have you been standing here?” Shen Qingqiu exclaimed. “If you were scared, you should have woken me up!”
“This disciple…” Luo Binghe began, but Shen Qingqiu didn’t let him finish, tugging him close until the icicle was tucked into his side so he could begin warming up.
“This disciple could take better care of himself,” Shen Qingqiu scolded.
Then he realized exactly what a terrible idea it was to embrace Luo Binghe - the smell of sex still lingered on his skin and clothes, and Shen Qingqiu’s heart beat faster in excitement, entirely against his will. An urge to rip the clothes off Luo Binghe and warm him up with exercise threatened to overwhelm Shen Qingqiu and he had to bite his tongue and focus on the pain to stop himself from doing just that.
Shen Qingqiu was of half mind to tell Luo Binghe to go back to his room after all, since the imaginary monsters posed less danger to him than staying here did, but then the sheep rubbed his cold cheek against Shen Qingqiu’s chest. In the end he had no heart to do it since Luo Binghe sought him out and trusted him.
“Sleep, Binghe,” he instructed while he resigned himself to a vigilant, sleepless night.
The time passed slowly as Shen Qingqiu focused on breathing as shallowly as he could and staying as still as possible, while Luo Binghe gradually fell into a deep sleep. Shen Qingqiu was hyper aware of every place Luo Binghe’s skin touched his, as the contact points seemed to spread a burning, tingling sensation through his body. Luo Binghe’s moist breaths hitting his chest had to be responsible for how hard his heart beat.
Whenever Luo Binghe stirred in his arms and Shen Qingqiu’s carefully maintained control threatened to snap, he found chanting ‘human stick, human stick, human stick,’ like a mantra worked well to clear his head quickly.
Despite the tension and the fear, or maybe precisely because the mix was exhausting, Shen Qingqiu eventually fell asleep.
Consciousness returned in waves, penetrating through a sugary haze Shen Qingqiu had been suspended in. There was something soft and delicious-smelling just under his mouth and he licked it for a taste, which bloomed on his tongue like the most delectable dessert. Then, an ache between his legs broke through to his mind and he whined, only for the ache to be soothed by the touch of something firm and warm encasing it. His arms tightened around a comfortable weight in them and his thumb caressed something smoother than the finest silk with a curious point of hardness in the middle. Still more asleep than awake, Shen Qingqiu lazily moved his hips to spark the pleasure.
Then, his consciousness returned fully, crashing against him with sudden clarity.
Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Shen Qingqiu had his mouth, his teeth threatening Luo Binghe’s neck, he caged the poor sheep in his embrace, pawing at his chest, and forcing his dick between his disciple’s bare thighs!!!!!! He almost bit Luo Binghe! He was trying to fuck him again! An insatiable alpha, going against his word!
With panic overwhelming every other thought, Shen Qingqiu scrambled backwards until his back was pressed against the wall and there was nowhere left to run. Frantic apologies were ready to fall from his lips, when he looked at Luo Binghe and froze.
Tears welled up in Luo Binghe’s big eyes and spilled over in fat, pearly drops, his face twisted in immense misery. He yanked at his robes to close them over his chest and cover his legs, then hunched in on himself like he wanted to make himself smaller. Finally, he couldn’t hold on anymore and wailed, sobs wracking his trembling body.
Shen Qingqiu’s heart hurt seeing him in pain and reached out to touch him, but stopped himself just before making contact. Fuck, stupid! It was precisely because he couldn’t keep his paws to himself that Luo Binghe was so distressed now!
“Binghe…” Shen Qingqiu started, but didn’t know what to follow it with. Luo Binghe raised his eyes up at him, tears coming faster and threw himself at the stunned Shen Qingqiu.
“Shizun!” he cried, gripping the robe at Shen Qingqiu’s chest tightly. “Shizun, am I really that undesirable? Does Shizun not find me pleasing? Is there someone else? What is it that makes Shizun stop every time Shizun sees it’s me?”
Luo Binghe trembled, hot tears soaking Shen Qingqiu’s robes as he listened in incomprehension. His brain couldn’t get past the first question. Luo Binghe… undesirable?
“No…” Shen Qingqiu protested weakly and Luo Binghe growled.
“Shizun, I tried so many times and every time… Please tell me, what is it? I really don’t know! Am I ugly? Am I not useful? Not obedient or weak enough? Am I too like an alpha?” Luo Binghe gestured to his crotch and Shen Qingqiu giggled hysterically. What the fuck?????
“I knew Shizun didn’t like it, but couldn’t Shizun just tell me what to do? It’s not like I need it, if Shizun decided so, Shizun could just cut it off!” Luo Binghe stared up at him with desperation written in his wide, reddened eyes, while in Shen Qingqiu with each word rose horror.
“Luo Binghe!” he exclaimed. “What are you saying?!”
Luo Binghe didn’t seem to understand what Shen Qingqiu meant by that and he doubled down, “I really just want to be Shizun’s omega, nothing else matters to me! If Shizun doesn’t like my penis, he can cut it off. If Shizun is afraid I’d be jealous, I wouldn’t be! As long as I can belong to Shizun, I wouldn’t stand in the way of Shizun building a harem!”
“But, but—” —the one with the harem should be you!
“Shizun, you even wanted to give me away to other alphas.” Luo Binghe’s voice trembled and he took in a deep breath before continuing, “If… If Shizun wishes to see me taken by others… Then it’s within his rights to make that decision, but I just need to know why Shizun keeps pushing me away?”
“I… I,” Shen Qingqiu stammered. He’d been taken off guard and scrambled to make sense of the information that contradicted his entire worldview.
Luo Binghe thought he was pushing him away because he didn’t desire him? The stallion protagonist, perfect from head to toe, thought he wasn’t enough for someone? He’d been hurt again and again, had been hurting the whole time, and the person responsible was Shen Qingqiu himself?
“I didn’t know,” Shen Qingqiu said. Luo Binghe stared up at him in surprise, his whole face a pitiful mess of tears and snot. “I… this master values Binghe and has always wanted what’s best for Binghe. Binghe would be a treasure to any alpha.” The child didn’t seem reassured by that - if anything, his face twisted in pain more - and Shen Qingqiu desperately wanted to make that expression disappear.
“But I only ever wanted to be treasured by Shizun,” Luo Binghe said quietly and Shen Qingqiu wanted to never hear him sound so small again.
“Is that truly what Binghe wants…?” Shen Qingqiu asked, the words leaving his mouth without his permission.
Luo Binghe sniffed and wiped his face into his sleeve. “Yes, Shizun,” he mumbled into it.
Shen Qingqiu couldn’t handle it anymore - the sheep looked too miserable. Because he’d ranted about it endlessly in Proud Immortal Demon Way’s comments, Shen Qingqiu knew precisely how to calm down a panicking omega. Luo Binghe had been draped half over him, so now he grabbed Luo Binghe’s butt and gathered his small, trembling body, pressing him into himself, which immediately made Luo Binghe cling to him harder. Shen Qingqiu guided Luo Binghe’s head to rest against his shoulder and brushed his hair away from his neck, the instinctual urge to bite and make Luo Binghe his rising up like putting a match to gasoline. When he nosed at the newly exposed skin, Luo Binghe shivered and tried to rise up, but Shen Qingqiu held him firmly in place and shushed him. That impatient child!
With strange excitement, Shen Qingqiu brushed a kiss to Luo Binghe’s neck and then sank his teeth into the soft skin, biting down hard until the taste of blood filled his mouth and Luo Binghe screamed, then whined and trembled through it, caught in a whirlwind of pain and pleasure. Since they were pressed so close together, Shen Qingqiu could feel Luo Binghe’s cock harden against his belly and he knew Luo Binghe could feel his arousal poking into his butt too.
Shen Qingqiu’d expected the sheep to melt once he was bitten, but even though he calmed down some, he still was tense in his arms and even, inexplicably, tried to wriggle back. A growl of irritation vibrating against his neck made Luo Binghe freeze. Shen Qingqiu finally let go and licked his lips clean. In a perfect world, he’d take the time to admire the bloody mark of his claim on Luo Binghe, but in this one, he had a still upset omega in his lap.
“Why is Binghe trying to move away?” Shen Qingqiu asked, rubbing his cheek against the top of Luo Binghe’s head. His hips moved on their own, grinding his rapidly hardening cock on the sheep’s ass.
“Shizun, asking for permission to lie down first,” Luo Binghe said. Even though Shen Qingqiu was a bit confused, since Luo Binghe asked, he let him slip from his arms and lie down on his belly. Then he looked at Shen Qingqiu over his shoulder with a nervous smile. “Shizun?”
“Oh, Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu gently caressed Luo Binghe’s back and helped him take off his robe, while the sheep pressed into his hands like he was seeking affection. Once the fabric slipped off, leaving bare skin uncovered, Shen Qingqiu reverently pressed kisses to Luo Binghe’s back, starting from the base of his spine and leaving the last one on his neck, just over the claiming bite. It must have hurt, because Luo Binghe hissed at the touch, and Shen Qingqiu sweetened the pain by bringing their mouths together. The sheep was so shy in the kiss, reacting to Shen Qingqiu’s guidance, letting him in when Shen Qingqiu nipped on his lip and tentatively meeting his tongue with his own.
Without breaking the kiss, Shen Qingqiu took hold of Luo Binghe’s ass, and when he squeezed the plump muscle, Luo Binghe moaned and lost focus. The sweet, needy sound went straight to Shen Qingqiu’s cock and he herded Luo Binghe back into the kiss while his thumb brushed over Luo Binghe’s hole.
“Ah!” Luo Binghe gasped. “Shizun!”
This time Shen Qingqiu allowed the sheep to pull back and saw that he squeezed his eyes shut and his mouth hung open, the glimpse of the pink tongue inside making Shen Qingqiu want to stuff something between those full lips.
“Shh,” Shen Qingqiu said, just to tease Luo Binghe, because when he spread his little hole with his thumbs and kissed it, there was no way for the sheep to keep silent. Luo Binghe moaned, the sound torn from his throat and buried his rapidly reddening face into the mattress, and Shen Qingqiu licked over the trembling ring with the flat of his tongue to hear poor Luo Binghe try and muffle the small mewls and gasps that he bullied out of him.
At first Shen Qingqiu only wanted to loosen Luo Binghe up a bit before he could put his cock in him, but the faint sweetness of Luo Binghe’s slick in his mouth made him keep holding him spread open, chasing the addictive taste deeper, then pulling back to gently nibble at the rim.
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe cried out and reached behind himself with a hand weakened by pleasure to try and press Shen Qingqiu’s head closer to where he needed him the most. Shen Qingqiu sucked on the rim and Luo Binghe pushed back into it in desperation. He just couldn’t help himself not to tease the sheep when he sounded so wrecked by it.
“Shizun, please, please fill me up,” Luo Binghe begged in a thick voice, repeating, “please, please,” in between moans, while Shen Qingqiu licked over his hole, sucked wet kisses to it and then pointed his tongue to press it into Luo Binghe like he wanted him to.
When Shen Qingqiu finally came up for air, the sight of Luo Binghe’s tear-stained, flushed face pressed sideways into the mattress, his hazy eyes blinking open with effort to look at Shen Qingqiu, sparked the urgency of his own desire. With his hand covered in slick, he stroked his neglected cock to relieve the sudden ache, pressing harder against the base where his knot was going to form. Most of his focus was still on the dripping little hole in front of him, the needily arched spine, the red mark on the delicate neck. Shen Qingqiu pressed a finger into Luo Binghe’s hole and it opened for him with ease, soft and relaxed to the point it felt as if it was sucking him in. Luo Binghe let out a drawn moan, his eyes rolling back with the sensation of being filled deeper than Shen Qingqiu’s tongue could go.
Thrusting his finger in and out, Shen Qingqiu relished in the velvety grip of Luo Binghe’s insides. He curled it to press on Luo Binghe’s prostate and the poor sheep yelped and tensed, as if electrocuted, and immediately tried to push into it again.
“Does Binghe want more?” Shen Qingqiu asked, changing the angle.
“Yes, yes, please,” Luo Binghe gasped out. Even though he was just being eaten out and teased with a single finger, he already looked used and Shen Qingqiu couldn’t wait to see how much more debauched he would look after he got fucked.
“Is a finger not enough for my greedy Binghe?” Shen Qingqiu asked and the sheep frantically shook his head ‘no.’ “Does Binghe need to be split open with my cock?”
“Yes,” Luo Binghe said, but then he shook his head and bit his lip, as if trying to gather his quickly scattering thoughts. He weakly grabbed Shen Qingqiu’s arm and met his eyes. “I need… But Shizun can do whatever he wishes to me,” Luo Binghe said with as much steely resolution as he could when melting under Shen Qingqiu’s hands. “I really need to be Shizun’s.”
Shen Qingqiu’s heart filled with tenderness for that foolish child and suddenly, Shen Qingqiu had to kiss Luo Binghe’s pretty lips. He pressed their mouths together, pecking the lower lip before meeting Luo Binghe’s shy tongue with his, coaxing him and gently nipping on his tongue just to tease. Through the kiss, the poor sheep was still instinctively working its hips back on Shen Qingqiu’s finger, soaking his hand - it had to be more frustrating than soothing at this point, when he was ready to take something much bigger.
“Be good now,” Shen Qingqiu said, breaking the kiss just for a second and withdrew his finger, sweetening the loss for Luo Binghe with small pecks while he whined and squirmed under him. “Shh, Binghe, shh.” He pressed the tip of his cock to Luo Binghe’s hole and felt it spasm. “This master is going to fill you up again just like you need.”
Luo Binghe cried, “Yes, please,” and “Shizun!” as Shen Qingqiu pressed his cock into the yielding, wet softness of Luo Binghe’s hole. Luo Binghe’s moan broke and he bit the sheets in an effort to keep quiet - it was impossible to tell if it was because of pain or pleasure, or most probably the heady mix of both at once. Seeing that desperation made Shen Qingqiu feel as if he was losing his mind and he wanted Luo Binghe to fully lose his too. He pushed his cock in slowly, but relentlessly, just like the first time, letting the sheep feel every cun splitting him open. Shen Qingqiu squeezed Luo Binghe’s buttcheeks and spread them, watching as his thick cock disappeared, forced into the greedy, pink hole.
Luo Binghe clearly welcomed being forced open, even arching his back into a more improbable curve in response to Shen Qingqiu palming his ass, until Shen Qingqiu half worried about his spine, but not enough to stop him - the sight was far too delectable. With a sharp snap of his hips, he bottomed out in his small sheep and then gripped Luo Binghe’s ass harder, using the hold to move him on his cock in time with his hips. It made Luo Binghe’s hole spasm around him, as if the omega wanted to push him into knotting and breeding him as soon as possible. If it went on like that, Shen Qingqiu knew it’d make him climax in two minutes tops, and he wanted to make it last for his sheep.
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe gasped out. “Am I good to Shizun?”
How could he not be? “Binghe is perfect,” Shen Qingqiu replied truthfully, caressing the sweaty and flushed from the exertion skin of Luo Binghe’s back and driving his hips forcefully into the slick heat until Luo Binghe trembled, reduced to incoherence. “Binghe feels so good around my cock. Let this master see better.”
Luo Binghe nodded vigorously, like those words alone were as satisfying as having an alpha filling him up. Shen Qingqiu grabbed his ankle and pushed his leg up until it was up by Luo Binghe’s torso, exposing where he entered him. The rim had turned white where it was stretched around his dick, and Shen Qingqiu traced it with his thumb, making Luo Binghe’s gasp. Led by a sudden impulse, he pulled out and with an obscene, wet sound, spanked Luo Binghe’s hole. The sheep yelped and his eyes rolled back, and Shen Qingqiu thrust back in.
“What does Binghe want?” Shen Qingqiu asked. “Does Binghe want me to fill you up? Give you a child, make your belly grow heavy with my seed?”
“Yes, yes, whatever Shizun wants,” Luo Binghe answered.
Shen Qingqiu pulled Luo Binghe’s leg from under him, until he collapsed onto the mattress with a cry, Shen Qingqiu pressing him into it with his weight and his balls snapping against Luo Binghe’s ass at a fast pace. He kissed the bloody teeth marks on Luo Binghe’s neck, relishing in the way it made Luo Binghe shiver and gasp.
“Then I’m going to come deep inside Binghe, and get him pregnant,” Shen Qingqiu said, his desires spilling forth without his brain’s control. “Binghe’s mine now, I should take care that he’s always filled in his hole and in his belly so everyone can see he’s taken.”
“Yes, please,” Luo Binghe begged. “Please, want Shizun to fill me up.”
“Binghe is such a good omega for me,” Shen Qingqiu said. “Taking me so well, Binghe is going to look so good carrying my children, I’ll make sure to never let you be empty.” Shen Qingqiu pressed kisses everywhere he could reach - Luo Binghe’s hair, his flushed cheek, his eyelids still wet from tears. “My Binghe is so sweet, so perfect for me,” he whispered.
It was a last straw for Luo Binghe and the sheep came with a wail, face scrunched up adorably in the agony of pleasure, fresh tears escaping his closed eyes. It stoked the flames in Shen Qingqiu higher and he forcefully thrust into Luo Binghe to watch his mouth open around punched out breaths. He was greedy too, he wanted to see just how many orgasms he could bully out of his sheep - he could never tire of this.
Luo Binghe’s hole clenched around Shen Qingqiu and his knot started swelling in response. Struck by a sudden impulse, Shen Qingqiu pulled out and flipped the boneless, blissed out Luo Binghe beneath him onto his back, pushing back in immediately. Shen Qingqiu now had all of his sheep on display as he shuddered through the aftershocks of his orgasm, belly smeared with his come and more still spurting out of his huge cock.
The image of Luo Binghe spread out under him, head thrown back in pleasure and his hair wildly fanned out around him, neck bruised and bearing his mark, seared itself in Shen Qingqiu’s mind as it sent him over the edge. He buried himself deep into Luo Binghe’s hole, mindlessly grinding and trying to get even deeper as he shot his load and his knot expanded, locking them together. With the last effort of his conscious mind, as his arms gave out, Shen Qingqiu flopped only half on top of his small sheep.
When he regained his senses, Shen Qingqiu found he’d been peppering Luo Binghe’s forehead with kisses while the sheep looked up at him with those starry eyes widened with some emotion.
“Mm?” Shen Qingqiu prompted, burying his nose in Luo Binghe’s hair and inhaling the sweaty, sweet scent that enveloped him in a sense of security and calm.
“Did Shizun mean it all?” Luo Binghe asked quietly.
Which all? It took Shen Qingqiu a bit to remember all the things he’d said caught in the moment, and his face burned with embarrassment. The worst thing was that even if he wanted to deny it, as he remembered Luo Binghe’s desperation from before, he couldn’t.
“Yes, this master meant it,” Shen Qingqiu answered, glad to be able to hide his face.
After a bit, Luo Binghe asked again, “This disciple will be allowed to carry Shizun’s baby?”
To his mortification, when he heard that, Shen Qingqiu’s dick twitched inside Luo Binghe, but he still forced the answer out.
“This master will consider it a privilege to be allowed to breed Binghe.”
Small hands clung to Shen Qingqiu’s back and Luo Binghe sighed.
“This one really is Shizun’s and Shizun won’t give me away?” he asked.
“Silly child,” Shen Qingqiu scolded. “Anyone would be lucky to have you.” He paused and added, “I’m lucky to have you.”
Luo Binghe promptly burst into tears at that and Shen Qingqiu felt a prickle of guilt in his heart. Had he really led that poor sheep to believe he wasn’t wanted?
Luo Binghe was still an unblackened protagonist right now, and knew little but neglect and abuse all his life. The bright spark of care he’d gotten from his adoptive mother went out so quickly and Shen Qingqiu was ready to put the other one out himself by sending Luo Binghe away. Shen Qingqiu truly believed he would be doing it for Luo Binghe’s own good, but in the end how could he know what Luo Binghe needed without listening to him?
Hushing the poor child, Shen Qingqiu stroked his hair, and herded him to bury his face in Shen Qingqiu’s neck.
“Deep breaths now,” Shen Qingqiu said and Luo Binghe, ever obedient, took a shaky but deep inhale. “Good. Now, this isn’t usually done, but if Binghe wanted, I’d be honored to wear his bite mark too.”
Shen Qingiu’s face burned and while he was glad for the fact Luo Binghe couldn’t see him, that also meant he couldn’t see Luo Binghe’s reaction to his bold suggestion. A shy tongue licking his neck was the first indication Luo Binghe heard him and Shen Qingqiu hummed to encourage him. After the child just licked again, he almost expected that he’d be refused, and then finally Luo Binghe bit down and broke the skin, sending sharp pain radiating through Shen Qingqiu’s body and making tears pool in his eyes.
“Good,” Shen Qingqiu whispered when Luo Binghe let go and started licking the wound clean. “It’s going to be a beautiful mark.”
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe called helplessly. “I’m so happy.”
Shen Qingqiu’s heart swelled with warmth. With a sigh that really sounded too fond, Shen Qingqiu rolled them over so that Luo Binghe could rest on top of him and covered them both with a blanket, only to see Luo Binghe look up in alarm.
“Did I hurt Binghe? What is it?” Shen Qingqiu immediately asked.
“No, it didn’t hurt. But, Shizun, if I’m on top, it’ll be harder to get pregnant,” Luo Binghe said earnestly. How could he just go out and say it like that!
“Binghe doesn’t have to worry about that,” Shen Qingqiu said, trying to save some face.
Luo Binghe wouldn’t let it drop though. “Shizun means that it’s not a concern because he’ll always keep me full of his seed?”
Defeated, Shen Qingqiu said, “Yes.”
It seemed to mollify that child, and he laid his head down on Shen Qingqiu’s chest, tracing patterns on his skin with delicate fingers. Every soft touch made Shen Qingqiu’s heart grow.
“Then, when this one is pregnant, Shizun should still breed me,” Luo Binghe said. “This one will do his duty and satisfy Shizun’s needs.”
Luo Binghe! Ah, he knew long ago that the sheep was going to be the death of him, but he didn’t expect to go this way! Of course, he couldn’t imagine anything better than having his sheep, belly swollen huge with his child, under him with his legs spread obediently and taking even more of his come. Maybe that’s how he was going to die. In the end keeping his face was nothing - the most important thing was not rejecting Luo Binghe again, even if accidentally.
“Mm,” Shen Qingqiu replied and then to save the remains of his dignity, added, “Let’s sleep now.”
He felt Luo Binghe nod his head. “Rest is good for the baby,” he said. So shameless!
Shen Qingqiu hummed again and kissed the top of Luo Binghe’s head, then closed his eyes. He felt the sweet sheep press a delicate kiss to his chest before embracing him, head pillowed on his breast. Shen Qingqiu’s hand automatically moved to pet his hair and they drifted off to sleep tangled together like that.
Come morning, Shen Qingqiu would face the reality of having bitten and mated the protagonist. Ah, what ‘face the reality?’ Too dramatic - who was he trying to fool? In that moment, with Luo Binghe a precious weight in his arms, Shen Qingqiu could admit to himself - he was looking forward to building a life with that child.