"Isn't it?" It continues to feel cathartic, drinking and chatting about the frustrating yet complicated aspects of his association with Luo Binghe, with someone other than Luo Binghe under a truth spell. Why couldn't Claudius met a man like Shang Qinghua sooner? A man with the same level of insight Shen Yuan has from traveling into a world of fiction, but who crucially isn't Shen Yuan.
"You see, there's the other difficulty in co-existing with someone like Luo Binghe. If I think about him too long, I feel sad for him. During our little tryst, I entertained the thought he was lonely underneath all that continental extravagance, reaching for a form of connection he hadn't before. I had a very modest estimate of how many times he'd use the same romantic lines on women before. My estimate was not that he'd married hundreds of wives," Claudius says, rolling his eyes, "but now I know he's from an erotic work of fiction, so why not? It likely makes for more thrilling read. And in that work, he likely never considered how he'd feel if a man used the same romantic lines on him, with the same performative praises and touches. I can sympathize, even feel sorry for him. Except that he also secretly slipped me blood parasites to torture me with later." It's a difficult thing to get over when evaluating a person. Claudius sighs, then smiling wryly, adds, "That said ... if you'd like the personal demonstration of performative praises and touches, I can provide. "
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Date: 2023-12-31 10:50 pm (UTC)"You see, there's the other difficulty in co-existing with someone like Luo Binghe. If I think about him too long, I feel sad for him. During our little tryst, I entertained the thought he was lonely underneath all that continental extravagance, reaching for a form of connection he hadn't before. I had a very modest estimate of how many times he'd use the same romantic lines on women before. My estimate was not that he'd married hundreds of wives," Claudius says, rolling his eyes, "but now I know he's from an erotic work of fiction, so why not? It likely makes for more thrilling read. And in that work, he likely never considered how he'd feel if a man used the same romantic lines on him, with the same performative praises and touches. I can sympathize, even feel sorry for him. Except that he also secretly slipped me blood parasites to torture me with later." It's a difficult thing to get over when evaluating a person. Claudius sighs, then smiling wryly, adds, "That said ... if you'd like the personal demonstration of performative praises and touches, I can provide. "