Qie Xieling made his way towards a small cubby where he kept his clothes. He found that the clothes he was wearing yesterday were already hung in there neatly. Qie Xieling could only guess that the old man had done that for him. It reminded him of how Luo Muchen always picked up after him. A small smile crept up his face as he picked up his clothes.
The old man turned around only to catch a glimpse of Qie Xieling wearing nothing but his black underwear.
The old man had always prided himself on his ability to keep a level head, to maintain a stoic nature no matter the circumstances. But one thing he hadn't counted on was Qie Xieling's perfectly sculpted rear end.