[ Even with Wen Kexing's dedicated care, he's still not quite recovered from the months of his body doing its utmost best to destroy itself. He's very aware of how close his bones are to the surface, how his body still has hints of gaunt sickness, how he doesn't have the sort of lovely body the brothel boys would. Discounting the scars from the hooks and the nails, he still has scars left from a lifetime of martial living, lines left by blades across his chest and sides, the burn across his shoulders...

Still, he doesn't allow himself to think over-much on it, watching Wen Kexing from beneath lowered lashes as he breathes slowly, his skin pebbing with gooseflesh as his Lao Wen bares him to the room. ]