[ XiChen's probably right. It's late and clothing that fits like a second skin isn't very conducive to relaxing. Besides, XiChen is basically family, hardly just a guest who needs to be entertained at all times. Surely he can amuse himself for a few minutes. ]
I should before our meals arrive.
[ His eyes linger a moment on XiChen. He seems to have a particular fondness for that hoodie. Well, he has more. Slinging the leather jacket over the back of his chair as he stands, MingJue nods as if in apology and vanishes.
Only for a few minutes, as promised.
He returns in a similar state as XiChen: bare-footed and in drawstring pants. The only difference is the sleeveless a-shirt instead of something warmer, just as clingy as his last shirt, but baring his arms in all their toned glory.
MingJue returns to his seat, topping off XiChen's tea without prompting. ]
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I should before our meals arrive.
[ His eyes linger a moment on XiChen. He seems to have a particular fondness for that hoodie. Well, he has more. Slinging the leather jacket over the back of his chair as he stands, MingJue nods as if in apology and vanishes.
Only for a few minutes, as promised.
He returns in a similar state as XiChen: bare-footed and in drawstring pants. The only difference is the sleeveless a-shirt instead of something warmer, just as clingy as his last shirt, but baring his arms in all their toned glory.
MingJue returns to his seat, topping off XiChen's tea without prompting. ]
How is your brother?