Everyone’s waiting for you
When Yuan Xuelan rolled off of him, Liu Sumeng felt thoroughly fucked and he wouldn't have it any other way. There was a distinct soreness in his nether regions and satisfying fatigue in his bones.
It was already late into the night.
Something told Liu Sumeng that they had missed dinner. Oh well, he had no regrets.
He felt a shift on the bed which made him open his eyes, watching Yuan Xuelan get up and shrug on some clothes.
He wanted to ask where the younger was going but instead he asked, "What are you doing?"
Yuan Xuelan gave him a gentle smile, "I'm going to draw some water, wait here."
Liu Sumeng threw his hand over his face. A part of him wished to tell Xuelan to forget it and simply join him in sleep but at the same time, he was feeling a bit filthy and sticky. A wipe down did not sound so bad.
Luckily, the younger did not take so long, promptly returning with a bucket filled with water to clean the Ivory Sword Saint up.