Luo Binghe holds on for longer than he feels like he should, but she did say it was alright. He's not typically shy with touch; it's just so hard to believe that it will be welcome without romantic or sexual intent. Without that promise of what he can offer—his body, his wealth, his protection—then what could anyone possibly get from holding him? But it's so good to be in Nina's arms, feeling that she cares for him on an instinctive, animal level. He has missed this, he realizes, about sex—not the sex itself, but being held so much more than he is here.

Eventually, though, he pulls back. "Thank you."