Don't be hand-fed
Xi Zirui gets dresses back in his imperial robes, doing his best to look like he wasn't just fucked ten ways into next week.
Han Yu fastens the sash around his waist with harsh tugs. "To ensure you won't disassemble," he says, when Xi Zirui asks him in a hiss if it's necessary to tighten it with so much force.
"Do you want me to go too?" Han Yu asks, knowing full well that if Su Xueyi saw them both emerge out his room with wet hair his mind would combust.
Xi Zirui whispers a threatening, "Behave," and then leaves to go meet Su Xueyi outside.
It's obvious Su Xueyi is confused as to why they're talking just outside Xi Zirui's door. His suit of rooms consist of more than a bedroom, and instead is comprised of several different rooms interconnected by a courtyard and discreet sliding doors in each area.
However, Xi Zirui doesn't trust anyone to step inside in the aftermath of his and Han Yu's passionate fuck fest.