, quiet. Zhou Yun Sheng dived deeper into his embrace, trying his best to ignore the trembling heartstrings.
Xue Zixuan covered his clothes tightly, and walked steadily towards the car step by step. Opening the car door and turning on the air conditioner, both of them sighed comfortably, but felt a little lost.
It was after one o'clock in the middle of the night when he returned to the Xue residence, and Uncle Fu was still waiting in the living room.
"Master, Mr. is waiting for you in the study." He greeted them and handed them two dry towels.
"I see." Xue Zixuan nodded expressionlessly. When facing outsiders, he was still the eldest son of the Xue family with cold blood and hard heart. However, when he turned to look at the young man, he immediately smiled softly, and bent down to take off his shoes for him.
"I'll do it myself." Zhou Yun Sheng refused with a red face.
"The socks are wet, so hurry back to the room to soak your feet." Xue Zixuan took off his shoes very quickly, and touched the soles of the boy's feet, as if he had never contracted cleanliness.
The more Fu Bo looked at, the more frightened he became. His face was blue and white, like a palette.