"Okay, okay," Xu Nuo nodded hurriedly and took a small step forward to get closer to He Ye.
He was still wearing He Ye's cloak. The sandalwood scent on the man and the unique sharp smell of the sword mixed with the sweet fragrance on the boy made He Ye feel inexplicably satisfied for a moment.
"Let's go," He Ye turned and went back to the room, trying his best to suppress the peacock-like urge to court, and said seriously, "Change my clothes for me."
Xu Nuo slipped and fell straight into his back.
He Ye was fine, as he had thick skin and tough flesh, and he just felt a soft little thing sticking to him. However, Xu Nuo's nose turned red from the collision, which looked funny.
The corners of his mouth that curled up were suppressed by the man desperately. He Ye pretended to be nonchalant and pulled his wrist to walk side by side with him. "There are also problems with walking... Are you hurt?"
“…No,” Xu Nuo rubbed his nose and answered in a muffled voice.
He Ye's room was bigger, with two charcoal pots burning inside, making it warm. Xu Nuo's hunched shoulders relaxed a little.
"Is it cold in your room?"
"Not cold, not cold." Xu Nuo didn't expect him to be so observant. Perhaps this was the sharp insight of a military commander. "My room is a little smaller, and I have two pots of charcoal here. It's quite warm."
He Ye nodded, spread his arms, and looked at him calmly with raised eyebrows.
This meant it was time to change clothes. Xu Nuo let go of the cloak he had subconsciously clenched, leaving the fabric wrinkled.
To untie the outer robe, first untie the belt and then untie the knots on the sides.
Xu Nuo approached cautiously, put his arms around the man, and reached for the belt buckle behind him.
He Ye, who was very excited just now, gasped for breath. He still didn't remind him to go around behind him to untie it, which would save more effort. Xu Nuo was more than a head shorter than him and thinner. From He Ye's perspective, he could hold him in his arms without a single piece of clothing showing.
The young man with long arms was carefully unbuttoning his belt as if he was throwing himself into someone's arms. He Ye clenched his fists, enjoying the sweet torture.
Xu Nuo was clumsy and finally managed to untie his belt. In just a few minutes, He Ye was sweating and his breathing was no longer steady.
"I'll take care of the rest myself, you go sit over there," He Ye took a step back and looked away uncomfortably. He didn't really need anyone to serve him personally, he just wanted to get closer to the little thing and show off his good figure, but he ended up doing himself a disservice.
"Okay," Xu Nuo responded obediently, turned around and sat down in the outer room. He Ye quickly took off his court clothes and changed into his usual casual clothes. His tense body finally relaxed.
"Nuo..." He Ye turned around and was about to shout, but he met a little head that had no time to retract. Xu Nuo blushed, looked at him, and then retracted his head a little bit late.
The man standing there was stunned for a moment, and then a faint chuckle was heard.
"Ding! Heart rate 65!"
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