Shang Qinghua is about to respond to the news that his favorite OC fed his trashy fantasy novel blood parasites to a character from Hamlet, but then he glances up. And freezes.
That's—that's Luo Binghe! Shang Qinghua has seen him before, the miniature disciple version, but he always tried not to get too close, or even know too much about it. He might have written this tragic backstory of child abuse, but it still made him squeamish to actually watch it. But this is the real thing! The stallion Emperor, conquerer of warlords and women, radiating demonic power and vitality!
Shang Qinghua is pretty proud of himself. Luo Binghe is really fucking cool. And handsome—which he notes with an artisan's eye, since Bing-ge is not to his taste—but he crafted him for mass appeal, and the result is undeniable. Next to Liu Mingyan, whose presence is almost as impressive—like a rare flower, cold with the morning frost—it makes for an extremely intimidating tableau.
He's also, it must be said, a little impressed with Cucumber-bro. Not for scoring Binghe—Luo Binghe is unbelievably easy. But for daring to! Even if Shang Qinghua were interested, he'd be scared out of his mind! Like kissing a fire-breathing dragon!¹ Does the beauty really outweigh the danger??
Well, he's not about to stick around to find out. Great to see you, son—time for your old dad to leave before he finds out where in the original Shang Qinghua's lifespan Bing-ge is from!
"We'll talk about this later," Shang Qinghua tells Shen Yuan, and high-tails it out of there.
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That's—that's Luo Binghe! Shang Qinghua has seen him before, the miniature disciple version, but he always tried not to get too close, or even know too much about it. He might have written this tragic backstory of child abuse, but it still made him squeamish to actually watch it. But this is the real thing! The stallion Emperor, conquerer of warlords and women, radiating demonic power and vitality!
Shang Qinghua is pretty proud of himself. Luo Binghe is really fucking cool. And handsome—which he notes with an artisan's eye, since Bing-ge is not to his taste—but he crafted him for mass appeal, and the result is undeniable. Next to Liu Mingyan, whose presence is almost as impressive—like a rare flower, cold with the morning frost—it makes for an extremely intimidating tableau.
He's also, it must be said, a little impressed with Cucumber-bro. Not for scoring Binghe—Luo Binghe is unbelievably easy. But for daring to! Even if Shang Qinghua were interested, he'd be scared out of his mind! Like kissing a fire-breathing dragon!¹ Does the beauty really outweigh the danger??
Well, he's not about to stick around to find out. Great to see you, son—time for your old dad to leave before he finds out where in the original Shang Qinghua's lifespan Bing-ge is from!
"We'll talk about this later," Shang Qinghua tells Shen Yuan, and high-tails it out of there.
¹Sorry, Temeraire.