A red-faced but unrepentant Qing Xue walked beside Bai Ruyi, who had his lips pursed and was trembling slightly due to how much he was holding back a chuckle.
They had just exited the gate of their courtyard house. As his hand gripped the reins of the horse that the older man had borrowed earlier, Qing Xue complained stiffly, “You have become so mean, Ruyi.”
He was now properly groomed again and was wearing a more casual set of clothes.
Even though he had hurriedly wiped himself down—without taking off his loincloth in the end, which had earned him even more merciless teasing—then rushed to put on something, anything, again to cover up his near nakedness, he still ended up looking a lot more respectable and decent.
On second thought, that wasn’t saying much if one compared it to how b
