Shen Yuan burned with embarrassment, but he couldn't say no. This was all the freedom Shen Jiu had left now that he was nothing but a voice at the back of Shen Yuan's mind while Shen Yuan piloted their shared body. So he nodded in assent, took a deep breath, and let the silk gown slip over his shoulders, brushing past the ropes digging into his skin at his waist, letting Shen Jiu decide what to make their body feel (how to make Shen Yuan feel).