Summary:
<blockquote>Shen Qingqiu draws his hand slowly up, over the fabric of Yue Qingyuan’s sect leader robes, tracing the line of his lapel. His voice is still low in Yue Qingyuan’s ears. “Look at that. A single touch, and you close your eyes and let me do whatever I want. Do you give it up this easily for everyone?”
“Qingqiu Shidi…” Yue Qingyuan says, voice carefully controlled, to hide the shiver that wants to work its way through him.
“If you’re really so desperate, I can help you,” Shen Qingqiu says, voice so low it’s almost a whisper. “You need that? For someone to give it to you, even though you’re too much of a coward to ask for it?”</blockquote>