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Luo Binghe would really have to get under Liu Qingge’s skin to get him to take charge the way Luo Binghe wants him to. He needs to prove that he is a brat worth taming. They’ve done this enough that he knows the exact buttons to press to get Liu Qingge in the mood to be dominant: He provokes Liu Qingge, proceeds to throw the fight, which makes Liu Qingge upset that he’s not taking it seriously, to which Luo Binghe says that he is!!! Shishu is just so strong~
He makes sure to keep up the perfect balance of half-lidded eyes to viscous counter attacks. Liu Qingge catches on quickly, used to his antics by now, “I'm not playing your games!”
“I'm not playing games!” Luo Binghe pouts, “Shishu really is very strong, don’t you want to prove it?”
“I have nothing to prove to you!” Liu Qingge snaps, his next blow knocking Luo Binghe on his back. perfect.
“Ah! Shishu is right, as always~” Luo Binghe lilts, “this lowly Binghe begs shishu’s forgiveness, and will accept any punishment he sees fit~” The smirk on his face is audible.
Liu Qingge yanks him up by the elbow, “I said I'm not playing games! We’re done here.”
Shoving Luo Binghe back inside his house, Liu Qingge slams the door behind him. Luo Binghe puts on his best pouty face and looks at him through his lashes.
Liu Qingge is not impressed. His frown deepening, “What is wrong with you today? More annoying than usual…”
Luo Binghe pouts for real. Is Liu Qingge not picking up on his very obvious signals? He usually does… Should he play it up, or chill out and hope Liu Qingge gets in the mood regardless?
Who's he kidding? Of course he’s going to play it up.
While Liu Qingge makes himself busy in the other room, Luo Binghe takes the opportunity to ruffle his hair to the perfect degree of bed-messy , open his robes so his chest is nicely on display, and sit himself right down on the bed.
“Is shishu mad at me…” Luo Binghe asks when Liu Qingge returns. He pauses in the doorway and closes his eyes for a second before he walks over to stand directly in front of Luo Binghe.
“I know what you’re doing.” he crosses his arms. Luo Binghe wants him to use those strong arms to push him down.
“What am I doing~??” Luo Binghe softly smiles and snakes a hand to the back of Liu Qingge’s knee, which is promptly slapped off.
“You know full well what you’re doing,” Liu Qingge’s face remains stoic, “I don’t expect to have to tell you to knock it off again.”
Luo Binghe smirks- gotcha, shishu.
He hums and grabs the back of Liu Qingge’s thighs with both hands, “Sorry to disappoint…” Luo Binghe sounds not in the least bit sorry
The last of Liu Qingge’s reserve snaps, once again slapping Luo Binghe’s hands off his legs and shoving him back. Luo Binghe’s back hits the bed with an *oof*. His eyes flutter closed as he feels the bed dip with Liu Qingge’s weight climbing on top of him, letting out a pleased sigh.
His eyes snap back open, however, when Liu Qingge slams a hand over his mouth, cutting off the sigh. “What's wrong? Thought what you wanted was for me to take control?” Liu Qingge is now the one smirking, “Fine. You’ll get what you wished for- but on my terms.”
Luo Binghe widens his eyes in interest and aroused fear.
“Otherwise, I'm not really the one in control, right?”
Luo Binghe hum-mumbles out a noise of general confirmation and waits expectantly.
“Good. Up,” Liu Qingge all but throws him to the floor. Luo Binghe lands heavy on his knees, and has half a mind to complain about the poor treatment before turning back and looking at Liu Qingge.
Whatever complaint was on his lips falls silent as Luo Binghe looks at Liu Qingge- sitting on the bed, knees spread open, lazily undoing the knot on his belt.
Luo Binghe crawls closer, “Shishu… shishu please,” his mouth fills with saliva, “Please let me—!”
Liu Qingge pulls Luo Binghe in by the back of the head, muffling his words in the fabric over his dick. Luo Binghe can feel him harden against his cheek. “Gods, I've been wanting to shut you up all day,” Liu Qingge tightens his grip in Luo Binghe’s hair. Luo Binghe’s grateful he’s already on his knees.
He keeps Luo Binghe pressed against his clothed dick for a while, until he grows impatient, “Well? What are you waiting for?”
Luo Binghe reaches his hands up to pull Liu Qingge out of his pants, but Liu Qingge blocks his attempt, “Get me hard first.” Luo Binghe whines and obediently opens up to mouth over Liu Qingge’s cock through the fabric. It’s not what he wanted, but he’ll be damned if he’s not gonna do a bang up job at it.
Gathering as much spit into his mouth as possible, Luo Binghe makes sure to soak the fabric as much as he can. He finds the outline of Liu Qingge’s dick, and licks long, broad strokes up it, sucks lightly on the head briefly before planting open mouthed kisses on the way down. He can feel Liu Qingge as he hardens completely, it mirrors Luo Binghe’s own leaking cock.
Liu Qingge pulls him off roughly, a whimper of protest leaving Luo Binghe’s throat. With one hand, Liu Qingge pulls his dick out, and Luo Binghe automatically opens his mouth.
He doesn’t put it in right away, however. That would be too easy. First, Liu Qingge rubs the head of his dick around Luo Binghe’s cheeks. Readjusting the hold in his hair, Liu Qingge gives Luo Binghe one last smear across his cheek, and holds his head tight as he lines up to his open mouth.
He pushes in enough so that just the tip rests between Luo Binghe’s lips, and no more. No matter how hard Luo Binghe tries to lean forward, to take in more of his cock, the grip Liu Qingge has in his hair prevents him from moving. Try as he might, Liu Qingge won’t let Luo Binghe go any further.
Liu Qingge scoffs, “You got what you wanted- suck.”
Luo Binghe goes big-eyed and his throat contracts- feeling empty. How is he supposed to suck when he can’t move??
Doing his best, Luo Binghe uses his tongue to lap at the head of Liu Qingge’s cock; he makes it flat, slides up the slit. He’s practically suckling on it, and Liu Qingge gives him neither groan nor movement to let Luo Binghe know how he’s doing. The grip in his hair stings.
Luo Binghe lets out a wet choked noise, throat welling up with need. Liu Qingge tsk’s, “You really think you deserve the rest?”
The wet choked noises quickly threaten to turn to gasped out sobs. Liu Qingge pulls him off slightly, the very end of the head slipping out, and Luo Binghe goes limp, in defeat, eyes watery already.
Liu Qingge finally sighs, “There we go,” and pulls out all the way to rest his cock against Luo Binghe’s lips. He pants briefly, already missing what little he had, his shoulders slumped.
Liu Qingge shifts slightly- Luo Binghe is vaguely aware of it- before pushing back in. This time, not stopping until he bottoms out. The slide is easy- Luo Binghe has a lot of practice taking his cock- but he still manages to gag a little from the surprise. Liu Qingge groans as his throat constricts. Fully sheathed, Liu Qingge pauses for a second as Luo Binghe feels floaty and full, then pulls neatly all the way out again before slamming back in.
He does it again. And again. And again- until Luo Binghe has to hold onto Liu Qingge’s ankles to keep steady. He never fully recovered from the first little gag, and he keeps choking on Liu Qingge’s dick with no reprise.
On a particularly full bodied choke, Liu Qingge pauses briefly. Luo Binghe thinks he’s being considerate, aww- but Liu Qingge just pivots from using his hips to thrust, to using Luo Binghe’s head. Both hands in Luo Binghe’s hair now, Liu Qingge fucks him onto his dick, groaning out a noise of satisfaction every time he bottoms out.
Luo Binghe can’t help the obscene noises that come from his mouth- disgustingly hot, wet throat noises, and tiny fucked out little squeaks. Liu Qingge doesn’t come like this, of course. Luo Binghe knows he likes to take his time, get him really riled up before giving it to him.
As if he doesn’t quite want to end it, Liu Qingge keeps Luo Binghe pulled down fully on his dick for a while, letting Luo Binghe weakly use his tongue. After a second of grinding while fully enveloped in Luo Binghe’s welcoming throat, he finally pulls out. Luo Binghe coughs and sucks in air as best he can.
“You done messing around?” Liu Qingge dares. It’s rhetorical, Luo Binghe knows, but he can’t stop himself from meekly shaking his head, no. He’s not done.
Liu Qingge huffs out a breath and grabs Luo Binghe by the jaw. He slowly turns his head, as if examining him. “You’re insolent,” Liu Qingge berates. Luo Binghe smiles up at him, taking it as a compliment. Properly annoyed, he hauls Luo Binghe up by the jaw, and Luo Binghe reels at the pain.
Deposited on the bed, Luo Binghe catches himself on his hands and knees by pure reflex alone. Below him on the bed, Luo Binghe is greeted by quite a sight: One of Shen Qingqiu’s favorite robes, a joint gift from bingliu to him.
…When did Liu Qingge lay this out? While getting blown? Luo Binghe didn’t know he could multitask that well…
Luo Binghe’s small train of thought tangent is interrupted by Liu Qingge’s hand grabbing the base of his neck, pulling him up until he sits upright. He leans close to look over Luo Binghe’s shoulder, “I'm gonna fuck you right here, while you look at that. you know what that means?”
Luo Binghe shakes his head, genuinely confused.
“Thought you were supposed to be smart- think about it.” Liu Qingge slots behind him, hard dick pressing into the cleft on Luo Binghe’s ass, as the beginnings of realization clear Luo Binghe’s mind briefly.
“It means,” Liu Qingge snakes a hand down to palm over Luo Binghe’s neglected cock, “You can’t come until I say so. Unless you want to ruin our gift.”
Luo Binghe shivers and jerks under Liu Qingge’s touch. Fuck… he’s already so worked up, he could come even if he just thought about it hard enough.
Liu Qingge’s touch on his dick is firm, bordering on too firm, but Luo Binghe misses it instantly when he pulls away. He all but rips off Luo Binghe’s robes, maneuvering him so easily, as if Luo Binghe were nothing but a rag doll in his hands.
Fully undressed, Luo Binghe is promptly placed back into his kneeling position. His knees hurt, but he’s grateful for the soft of the bed instead of the hard of the ground. He hears more ruffling of fabric, and glances behind him to see a still fully clothed Liu Qingge.
Well, his pants are pulled down enough that his dick is out- but besides that, he’s fully dressed. Vambraces and all.
Luo Binghe turns back around, lightheaded. Shishu gets to be dressed while he gets stripped naked??
Liu Qingge nudges Luo Binghe’s knee inwards with his knee, “Keep it up, don’t let yourself drop.”
Doable for now, but Luo Binghe’s unsure how long his legs will last- he’s already on the verge of shaky- but he needs to keep himself up; he can’t dirty Shen Qingqiu’s robes.
Liu Qingge gives a grunt once Luo Binghe adjusts himself to a sturdier stance, good.
“If you fall, you’re the one who has to explain it to Shen Qingqiu” Liu Qingge grabs a hip, fingers digging strong they might bruise. Luo Binghe shivers at the pressure. His hand shifts back a little, enough so that he can use his thumb to spread Luo Binghe open a little. Other hand grabbing his dick, he guides it to slot in-between Luo Binghe’s cheeks- the spit from earlier easing the slide.
He goes slowly like this for a while, taking his time; enjoying the view. Luo Binghe feels himself get more and more antsy the longer Liu Qingge drags it out. He can’t help himself- wiggles his ass teasingly against the feel of Liu Qingge’s thick cock
Liu Qingge pauses, leans flat over him, “You want it that bad?” He pushes the head of his dick against Luo Binghe’s perineum, gives it a couple good massages until Luo Binghe almost buckles, “Yessssss~” Luo Binghe drawls. Scoffing, Liu Qingge leans away again. Luo Binghe distantly hears him spit into his hand. It’s quiet for a moment, in both movement and sound.
Then, Luo Binghe feels the fat head of Liu Qingge’s cock press right against his hole and press with intent. He gasps, voice cracking on a half-moan half-cry, “Shishu-!” He falls to his elbows as his arms give out, “I need-! You’re not gonna—!”
Liu Qingge is back with his breath hot against Luo Binghe’s ear in an instant, “What? Don’t act like you can’t take it without. You don’t need my fingers if you’re this hungry for it.”
Luo Binghe breathes deep— he wants to, and he knows he can (like, probably). Maybe he’s never done it in practice, but in theory? Yeah… yeah he could do it. Fuck, he really wants to do it. He relaxes as best he can in his fucked out state, body as limp as possible while still holding himself up.
His head drops, and he stares at Shen Qingqiu’s beautiful robes beneath him, as he feels Liu Qingge press firmer against him. Slowly, his body relents- opens up to Liu Qingge. It’s so much- more than Luo Binghe anticipated.
The stretch burns so good. Liu Qingge isn’t big when compared to Luo Binghe, but compared to average? It’s an enviable stretch indeed. He presses on for what feels like an eternity, every so often pulling back a tad just to push in even farther.
Luo Binghe is fully shaking by now, thigh muscles spasming erratically. He’s panting, and doing his best to swallow his spit so he doesn’t drool. He thinks he might have screamed in relief when he finally felt Liu Qingge’s pelvis press against his ass. Liu Qingge, in return, lets out his first real, solid moan of the night- his fingers gripping Luo Binghe’s hips so hard, he knows these are gonna bruise. He moans thinking about it.
Slowly at first, Liu Qingge gives a grind of his hips while still fully sheathed, before pulling out just barely. With only spit to work with, it’s a burn- but a burn Luo Binghe welcomes with open arms and spread legs.
As soon as Luo Binghe is open enough, Liu Qingge pulls out all the way- just like he did with Luo Binghe’s mouth- and slams back in, hips meeting hips with a loud *smack*.
Every fiber in Luo Binghe’s body is yelling at him to collapse into a pile of melted goo, but staring right back up at Luo Binghe is exactly why he can’t do that. He wonders if he’s leaking enough precum to drip… he doesn’t dare look down to check.
Liu Qingge gives him a few solid, satisfying, painfully pleasurable thrusts, before pulling out half way and demanding, “Your turn.”
Luo Binghe looks back, sees Liu Qingge poised and looking generally unruffled- save for his pony tail that’s less sleek than usual. Gods, Luo Binghe thinks about how debauched he must look, amplified with the comparison. And now, Liu Qingge wants Luo Binghe to fuck himself onto his dick?
Luo Binghe’s shoulders hitch, hips raising slightly. His chest burns with the feeling that he’s being used as entertainment. He knows Liu Qingge is watching him struggle to work himself back onto his dick. He knows Liu Qingge is waiting for him to either give him a good show, or slip up and get cum all over everything.
Luo Binghe feels his whole being shake- half from exhaustion and pleasure, half from the choked down sobs that keep bubbling up. He genuinely doesn’t know if he’ll be able to keep himself up. Or keep from coming before Liu Qingge allows it. At this point, he can only do one or the other. Panic quickly sets in as Luo Binghe realizes this, and he foggily decides to try and get Liu Qingge to come soon- so that he can come too.
He doubles down on his little show, making sure to tighten up as he pulls off, and gives an extra little grind of his hips when he bottoms out. It works. For like, a couple seconds.
Liu Qingge gives a few pleased low groans before stilling Luo Binghe with a hand on the small of his back. He once again grabs Luo Binghe by the base of the neck, and lifts him up so his back is flat against his chest. Looking over his shoulder, Liu Qingge sighs and uses a hand to grab at Luo Binghe’s sobbing cock.
Looking further down, he tuts and angles his head down too, “Well, well. Look at what you’ve done.” Right below where Luo Binghe’s cock had been, a few drops of precum have stained into the fabric of Shen Qingqiu’s robes, already quickly drying.
Luo Binghe stiffens, words sputtering out in defense, “I didn’t! That, it-! I haven't come yet~~ Shishu I swear it!”
Liu Qingge lets him babble, and reaches down to grab Shen Qingqiu’s dirtied robes in his hand, lifting the soiled part directly to Luo Binghe’s face, “You didn’t even come, yet look how much you leaked.”
Tsking again, Liu Qingge bunches up the fabric, and shoves it in Luo Binghe’s still rambling mouth- shutting him up for the second time today.
“Least you could do is try and clean it up”
Luo Binghe can taste the salt of himself on his tongue. He diligently sucks at the fabric, his mouth sufficiently wet from crying. Liu Qingge hums deep in his chest, “Good. Don’t let it fall out, you’ve done enough damage so far, today.”
Keeping the hand on Luo Binghe’s neck, Liu Qingge resumes fucking him. The new angle means that Luo Binghe is crying out with every thrust, as Liu Qingge rubs right against his prostate. Luo Binghe bites into the fabric, his wet cries all garbled.
“Do you even deserve to come?” Liu Qingge grunts out, “Did you earn it?”
Luo Binghe shakes his head; no he hasn’t. He tries his best to say that he was bad, he did bad, he doesn’t deserve it but please please shishu, have mercy on this poor degenerate Binghe.
All that comes out, however, is muffled frantic nonsense.
The heat in his lower abdomen is reaching its boiling point sooner rather than later. Desperately trying to get it across that he will come soon, all that comes out of his gagged mouth are screams.He feels his dick twitch- one, twice. His muscles twitch with it, until Luo Binghe is veritably spasming in Liu Qingge’s arms with how hard he’s trying not to come.
His eyes have been squeezed shut for who-knows how long, body unsure whether he should focus on how good Liu Qingge is pounding into him, or if he should ignore it and hopefully last a little longer.
But he takes too long to decide- his body decides for him.
Luo Binghe’s screams pitch up and up and up until his voice gives out. He’s on the very edge. He’s going to come- he needs to come- just one more grind against his prostate and he’s there.
Liu Qingge sees the way Luo Binghe’s face scrunches up to something ugly, the way his body tightens up to the point where it’s almost hard to pull out- and he is having none of it.
“Can’t hold it?” he mocks, pulling Luo Binghe up so his back is straight, “Tsk, fine. I have to do everything.”
Liu Qingge wraps his hand viscously around the base of his dick, “Not yet,” a threat. Luo Binghe yelps and chokes around the fabric gagging him. Fuckfuckfuckfuck Liu Qingge’s grip is so tight, it cut the circulation off so quick. Luo Binghe’s sure his dick is quickly turning angry red and purple.
Liu Qingge stopped his thrusts when he noticed Luo Binghe was about to come. He slammed all the way in and stayed there, his hips still. Not giving any small circular grinds to take the edge off. Luo Binghe tries desperately to cant his hips back, aching for any inch of stimulation besides the throbbing pulse running through his cock.
He paws at Liu Qingge’s hand, weakly trying to remove his vice grip. Liu Qingge laughs against his back, Luo Binghe feels it vibrate throughout his body.
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“So needy,” Liu Qingge teases, voice low, “You wanna come so badly? Go ahead, come.”
But he doesn’t release his grip, doesn’t move, or give Luo Binghe any leeway to move. A long whine draws out from deep in Luo Binghe’s throat. Liu Qingge gives him one singular pity grind- it’s barely anything, just enough to remind Luo Binghe he’s still inside- and rests his mouth against Luo Binghe’s neck, “You can come like this, or you don’t come at all.”
Liu Qingge nips at the skin, and Luo Binghe feels his dick twitch and leak even more. The only thing he can do in this position is tighten around Liu Qingge’s cock- but he needs to come so badly, it might just be enough to get him there.
Luo Binghe feels the hot tears that soak his face, the texture of the fabric in his mouth- it’s so wet. He feels the head of Liu Qingge’s cock pressed so deep inside him, and every time he tightens up again it’s almost as good as a small little grind.
He feels Liu Qingge’s hand on his dick- has the grip loosened? Maybe a little, but Luo Binghe can barely remember where he is, he’s so far gone- let alone remember how tightly his dick was grasped.
Liu Qingge keeps nipping at his skin, harder each time. He may have broken skin- Luo Binghe thinks he may have blacked out for a second when that happened.
The stretch in his ass mixed with the stinging pain of Liu Qingge’s teeth makes Luo Binghe’s brain go blank. He’s so close- so so so close once again. He wants to come so badly, he just might be able to make himself do it truly untouched.
Luo Binghe wants to- Liu Qingge told him to. He wants to prove he’s good. wants Liu Qingge to tell him he’s good.
Liu Qingge moves lower to bite at the muscle of Luo Binghe’s shoulder. Luo Binghe feels himself tip right over the edge as Liu Qingge sinks his canines in, and the skin breaks.
His loose and trembling form goes stick still- tensing up tight tight tight, before letting go as his orgasm crashes into him. Liu Qingge growls into his shoulder, and lets go of Luo Binghe’s dick, watches as it paints the bed white.
Luo Binghe’s jaw goes slack, and almost lets Shen Qingqiu’s robes fall out- but Liu Qingge shoves his fingers right over the fabric, keeping it up. He’s sure he blacks out this time- if not because of his orgasm, because of feeling Liu Qingge grind into his twitchy hole, fingers shoved in his mouth so deep he chokes around the fabric.
Lightheaded and floaty, he feels Liu Qingge curse and slam in one last time; feels him release. He doesn’t stop biting Luo Binghe’s shoulder until he stops pulsing, making sure every last drop gets as deep as possible.
When Liu Qingge finally does let go, his jaw hurts and mouth tastes of blood. Luo Binghe is slack in his arms. He takes a deep steadying breath, and slowly removes his fingers from Luo Binghe’s mouth, but leaves the robes. He knows Luo Binghe will want something in his mouth for a little while longer.
He gives Luo Binghe’s shoulder a quick apologetic lick, and a chaste kiss planted right beneath the wound. Reluctantly, he pulls out, but revels in watching as a small drip of come leaks out of Luo Binghe’s sore hole.
Gathering Luo Binghe in his arms, he gently lays him down on the unsoiled part of his bed. Damn, he’d have to change the sheets again.
Liu Qingge quickly rids himself of his outer robes and remaining bits of armor, and sets out to clean Luo Binghe a little before he inevitably passes out. Luo Binghe, meanwhile, happily sucks around the wet fabric that still tastes vaguely of his own mess. His shoulder hurts, but it’s a nice, grounding type of pain. He flinches when Liu Qingge dabs a damp cloth over it.
“I know,” Liu Qingge shushes, “but you don’t like when I heal them for you.”
Luo Binghe whines, protesting nothing in particular. Liu Qingge chuckles lightly, “Be good for me for just a little more, okay?”
“Ooohay” Luo Binghe vocalizes through the robes, which start to feel a little suffocating. He tries to spit them out, and when that doesn’t work, he’s grateful that Liu Qingge gently pulls them out for him. He stretches his jaw.
“Good,” Liu Qingge praises, now cleaning up the mess Luo Binghe made on his own stomach. When he’s clean enough, Liu Qingge huffs and sits down on the bed besides him.
Luo Binghe vaguely grabs at Liu Qingge, who pulls him in to rest against his chest, “Good?” he checks. Luo Binghe nods warmly, nuzzling against the soft chest. “Was it too much?” Liu Qingge asks. Luo Binghe smiles, the silly endearing-ness of Liu Qingge clearing his mind more and more.
“No~” he lilts, “I tell you ifff t’was,” Luo Binghe’s words come out a little slurred, sleepy. He closes his eyes, “Sorry,” he says, and Liu Qingge stiffens.
“For… for what?” Liu Qingge’s voice is a little strained, Luo Binghe thinks he’s so cute when he’s concerned (he’s cute always, but even more when he’s concerned).
“For staining th’robes…”
Luo Binghe feels Liu Qingge huff out a chuckle beneath him, and give his back some long caresses. Luo Binghe relaxes farther onto his chest “Right. Uh, well,” Liu Qingge fumbles, “they already needed to be cleaned.”
Luo Binghe perks up slightly, “Hmm?”
“Sword polish…. is hard to get out of fabric…” he looks away.
Luo Binghe pops up, suddenly fully awake, “Shishu! You-!” he lightly hits at Liu Qingge’s chest, scoffing at the audacity he had to make Luo Binghe believe that he ruined Shen Qingqiu’s robes!
“You have to tell him,” Luo Binghe decides- half fake pouting, half real pouting.
Liu Qingge hums, “Fine. Fair,” he pulls Luo Binghe back down to his chest, “now hush.”
Luo Binghe quickly settles back down, giving Liu Qingge’s pec a revenge nip. Liu Qingge just laughs and starts playing with Luo Binghe’s hair. It’s their little routine after sex like this: Luo Binghe pouts, and Liu Qingge pets his hair.
They’re still for a moment, and Luo Binghe drifts back to a comfortable sleepiness to the feeling of gentle fingers in his hair.
“Seriously though,” Liu Qingge breaks the silence, “you have to stop acting like that just cus you want me to do this.”
He puts on his best doe-eyes and wobbly lip, “Shishu doesn’t like it when I'm coy?”
Liu Qingge scoffs and stutters for a second, “At least stop doing it when we’re on my peak!” Luo Binghe melts into a smile. “You’re lucky none of my disciples were in earshot…”
Luo Binghe hums, “Hmm, and if they were in earshot? What would you have done, then~?”
Liu Qingge rolls his eyes- Luo Binghe can tell, even though he didn’t see it, “Don’t get any ideas.”
Too late. Luo Binghe already has a plan in the works.