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"It's not poison," Mu Qingfang finally pronounced.
Shen Qingqiu relaxed, and Luo Binghe stopped sniffling into his neck.
"You've been exposed to Tell No Lies," Mu Qingfang continued. "A mostly harmless substance. You'll only be compelled to tell the truth for a few days, and then it should pass."
"Unbelievable. Yet another example of Boss Airplane's ingenious naming sense!" Shen Qingqiu said scornfully.
Luo Binghe and Mu Qingfang stared at him.
"Haaaah—! Shizun feels—ah—so good inside!" Luo Binghe exclaimed rapturously, as his thrusts intensified. "Is Shizun feeling good, too?"
"Honestly, it really hurts," Shen Qingqiu said, and then smacked a hand over his mouth.
Luo Binghe stopped moving immediately. "Did Binghe do something wrong? Should I pull out?"
The stricken look on his face really tugged on Shen Qingqiu's heartstrings. He took his hand off his mouth and reached out to pet Luo Binghe on the head reassuringly.
"It always hurts. That buster sword is too big and you've got shit technique. But I don't mind, as long as long as you stop looking at me like that. Don't cry, Binghe."
Luo Binghe did not stop crying.
"So Shizun has just been enduring it this whole time?" Luo Binghe asked miserably, clutching a pillow. "He didn't enjoy it even a little bit?"
"I enjoyed parts of it," Shen Qingqiu said, relieved he could at least say this. "I like that it makes you so happy, and the prostate stuff is nice."
"But Shizun said it hurts!" Luo Binghe insisted.
"It really, really does," Shen Qingqiu said, and then cursed himself as Luo Binghe flinched as if from a blow. "Just stop dwelling on it, Binghe. I don't want to hurt you."
Luo Binghe hunched over himself and refused to let Shen Qingqiu pull him in for a hug. "But it's okay for Binghe to hurt you? That doesn't make me happy at all, Shizun!"
"It's not as bad as the first time," Shen Qingqiu said. And then stopped.
"The first time when it almost killed you," Luo Binghe whispered. His face turned white.
"We can do it the other way around!" Shen Qingqiu offered quickly, hoping to wipe that look off his face.
"Is that what Shizun wants?" Luo Binghe asked cautiously. His beautiful starry eyes seemed to peer right into the depths of Shen Qingqiu's heart.
Oh, no.
And then Shen Qingqiu opened his mouth and said: "I'd rather not do you at all."
K.O. Fatality.