Fifth World: A Drunk Sect Leader's Escapades
If Wen Qinxi knew he would be in this kind of situation earlier he would have worn layers and layers of pants to cover up his enthusiastic junior brother that couldn't help but rise to attention at the slightest provocation.
"You will seriously be the death of me," mumbled Wen Qinxi while tossing his quilt at the nudist who was adamant about taking off his pants.
As the quilt struck him Qie Ranzhe smiled with his misty eyes shimmering under the candlelight. He picked up the quilt, placed it on the bed and said, "I want to take a bath," his tone sounding more like an order.
"Why? Didn't you just take a bath two hours ago?" asked Wen Qinxi with his line of sight unconsciously glimpsing at the highly defined v-line that had been exposed when the man tried to take off his pants earlier.
His mouth ran dry like a well in the middle of the desert. How on earth was he supposed to survive the night?