Precisely my point, Jing Yuan. Unless you don't want my review to be nuanced. I could just give an easy full marks, but... I'd like to think you're worth a little more than your body heat.

[He does shift his weight slightly, finding he doesn't quite have the energy and furrowing his brow with a sigh.]

Mm... here, further back on the bed with you, please... [He'll tug at his arm with one weak grip as the other hand presses gently against his stomach, a very fragile direction for Jing Yuan to reposition himself.] If I'm to be in your arms while we talk, I want to see your face clearly.

[...]

Have your people succeeded in that, I take it? Travelling through the cosmos?