Shen Yuan freezes as well, watching Binghe's face uncertainly. Surely that's not a flush of building anger, is it? He didn't push Binghe too far...?

And then Binghe smiles again, and all is well. "We'll use one of the two or three bedroom units, of course," Shen Yuan says, grabbing the throw pillows off the couch to use as stake markers once they've picked out a unit. "Does Lord Luo have a preference?" he asks, that teasing lilt returning to his voice once again.

It's all about expedience, he thinks, as he leads Binghe back out into the hall. Of course he knows that Binghe is a master actor, and can conceal deadly malice behind the sunniest smile. But why would he bother, when they both know he's stronger than Shen Yuan and possesses the power to make him do basically anything Binghe wants? It would be a waste of effort -- so at least when it comes to their personal life, Shen Yuan thinks, it's probably fine to simply take Binghe at his word.

And he does so want to be the person Luo Binghe trusts the most.