Don't let your disciple kneel at your feet
Han Yu looks as if he's going to qi-deviate any second, but just as Xi Zirui is about to backtrack and tell him he can do it himself, he feels trembling hands on his shoulders, and then his outer robe being slid down his arms.
Han Yu gathers it in his elbow and folds it carefully before setting it down over a dry rock.
He doesn't meet Xi Zirui's eyes as he starts working on the ties at the side of his inner robes.
Xi Zirui is beginning to regret the whole thing, because while he hoped it might be vaguely sensual for Han Yu, he didn't consider the effects that feeling Han Yu's whisper-soft touch over his heated skin would have on him.
"Thank you," he says, more high-pitched than usual, and gets his inner robe the rest of the way off, before slipping into the pool in his underwear.
He has the good sense to pin his hair in a high queue on top of his head before sinking into the warm water in mortification.