The phrase "making a fuss over something you don't know" is quite unreasonable in the context of Yun Wei.
Even though he had seen it so many times, even though their skin was touching every night, when Yun Wei suddenly saw Isaac take off his shirt in front of him, he would still subconsciously look away, his face turning red.
He knew perfectly well that the other person's actions were perfectly normal. Working next to a scorching furnace would naturally cause one to sweat, and a sweat-soaked shirt would restrict the movement of one's arms.
But then Isaac walked up to him.
Yun Wei lowered his head, but he could see the other person's well-defined abdominal lines clearly. At such close range, he could even clearly see the other person's muscles rising and falling naturally with their breathing.
Both narrow and narrow, carved with an axe and a knife.
Its skin is firm and tight, making one's mouth water.
He felt like he had nowhere to escape, yet he couldn't close his eyes, because it seemed his entire world was already enveloped by the other person's aura.
A light but firm pressure came from above his head; it was Isaac's large hand gently rubbing his head.
As the other person gently comforted him, a strange sense of security welled up from the bottom of his heart, but in the end, it only made Yun Wei's heart more chaotic.
To be honest, he felt his legs shaking uncontrollably, as if his knees had suddenly gone limp and could no longer support his frail body.
In a daze, he saw the "Heart of All Elements" on the other person's chest.
He is now certain that the gold and silver material is not simply kryptonite and mithril, but perhaps one of the nine 'divine metals'.
But Isaac's sudden voice interrupted his wandering thoughts.
The other person asked, "Yun, what are you thinking about?"
That voice, as melodious as a harp string, was unhurried and so elegant and charming, full of boundless patience and grace, yet concealing an inexplicable danger.
Yun Wei was immediately startled, and after regaining his senses, he stammered, "It's nothing, let's start now!"
After saying that, he picked up the heavy bundle of mithril threads and hurriedly walked towards the furnace.
...
Without a doubt, Isaac is very cool.
Isaac, sweating profusely beside the furnace, only amplified this deadly allure.
Like the marble sculptures near the Aegean Sea in a past life, or like Apollo in mythology.
The glowing furnace fire illuminated the other man's handsome face and waist, and the rhythmic hammering seemed to strike Yun Wei's heart, sparking scorching flames.
Each of the opponent's hammer blows was wide and sweeping, as if all the power in his body had been mobilized and poured into the iron hammer tightly gripped in his right hand.
From heels to calves, from waist and abdomen to elbows, and even the lines of the other person's neck, everything was taut.
It seemed that every blow was worth the opponent's full effort.
The other person's gaze was so persistent.
Those smoky gray eyes were resolute and deep, intently reflecting the faintly reddish mithril threads.
Although he was ashamed to admit it, Yun Wei was still mesmerized. The crisp sound of the hammer striking again and again opened up his shy heart.
Like a cunning snipe, it skillfully pried open the tightly closed clam.
Oh, Isa, this is his beloved Isa.
Issa was like a god descended to earth, all-powerful.
The flow of time also became strange at this moment. Under Yun Wei's undiminished gaze, the originally loose bundle of mithril threads was quickly hammered into a smooth whole by the other party, faintly revealing the prototype of the sword embryo.
As the sword blank was picked up with tongs and immersed in the water vat beside it for quenching, a long "sizzle" sound rang out, and the rising white steam blocked his fixed gaze.
Yun Wei finally returned to reality.
Then he saw Isaac casually wiping the sweat from his chin while tilting his head and looking him over.
Even this extremely simple action is inexplicably tempting.
"Letting the sweat flow freely down his neck," that was the most fatal blow to him.
Hit the bullseye, and the health bar is reduced to zero.
Moreover, Isaac's hair was disheveled and his eyes were unusually sharp.
Yun Wei felt like he was about to stop breathing; his heart was pounding wildly, making him feel extremely agitated.
In reality, he simply stood there blankly, beaming with joy.
However, Isaac beckoned to him and suggested, "Want to give it a try?"
Yun Wei quickly pinched his thigh to calm himself down.
He asked hoarsely, "Can I do it? Won't I break the sword blank...?"
Isaac picked up the quenched sword blank and put it back into the blazing furnace, saying with a smile, "It's alright, it's almost finished. Besides, its strength will be even greater after quenching."
Yun Wei nodded silently and quietly said, "Oh."
To be honest, his mind was a complete mess right now.
It's like getting drunk on a drink called Isaac, blacking out, and then getting high.
He heard what the other person said, but he had no intention of thinking about what it meant.
But the other party continued to tempt him: "How about it? Come and try it. Don't worry, I'll guide you."
In the end, the distraught mage could not resist the temptation from his beloved servant.
He obediently stepped forward and was half-embraced in the other person's arms.
His left hand was completely covered by Isaac's palm, which was now firmly pressed onto the fire tongs, pinning the sword blank to the gleaming anvil.
The other person was standing right behind him, pressed tightly against him.
"Come on, bend your elbows slightly... Yes, like this, leave a little gap."
Isaac's icy fingers brushed across his wrist, igniting his skin.
"Come on, let's aim carefully, palms together, and slam down hard—beautiful! But your waist and abdomen also need to coordinate the force, driving your arms..."
The other person's hand firmly supported his waist. Even though there was a layer of cloth between them, Yun Wei wished he were completely naked.
This seems like a torture without end.
Yun Wei mechanically repeated the hammering motion.
He thought that only at this moment did he realize how much he longed for Isaac but could not have him.
He was really, really too greedy.
Even after gaining the other person's affection and favor, he was still not satisfied and was always greedily trying to ask for more.
"cloud."
Just as I was getting distracted, I suddenly heard the other person whispering in my ear again.
Yun Wei lowered his eyes and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Even his voice was distorted, with the ending notes rising and eliciting a strange tremor.
Amidst the relentless clanging of the hammer, Isaac spoke to him in a serious tone:
"Your clothes are already wet, you should take them off."
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