Qie Ranzhe knew to quit while ahead so he let him go before handing him a shopping bag. "Wear this today otherwise I will harass you the entire day," he said his eyes bright as the morning sun.
It was only then did he notice that the Marshal who almost never wears casual clothes was now wearing slim fit black jeans and a black t-shirt written 'XieXie's Private Property' in yellow. When did the Marshal get that t-shirt done? Who knows?
Wen Qinxi tightened his towel his eyes agape in disbelief stammering out a sentence, "Yo-you go-going to wear that outside," while pointing at the t-shirt, "aren't you going to work?"
"Mn, now get dressed otherwise you shouldn't blame me if I can't control my impulses," he said his index finger tugging at the towel covering Wen Qinxi's chest staring at his masterpiece with armourous eyes but his naughty hand was smacked away making him feel like a kid caught with his hand inside the cookie jar.
