Xi Ming jolts away from Huan Xuan, and springs up to his feet blocking Su Xueyi's view of Huan Xuan in the river.
"Yi-ge, just leave us alone," he says with with an exasperated sigh.
Su Xueyi grabs him by the sleeve of his practical cotton robe and tries to pull him along. "You know the problems he's been causing for our village, how can...you lower yourself-"
Xi Ming cuts him off with a growl. "Watch your tongue, Su Xueyi!"
Huan Xuan rises from the water, it runs down in rivulets over his defined chest, and into the deep v-line of his hipbones.
Xi Zirui averts his eyes before he can see any lower than that. This situation feels intrusive enough without him seeing frontal nudity.
Han Yu's hand tightens around his wrist. "Shizun shouldn't look."
Now it's Xi Zirui's turn to smirk. "His body reminded me of Han Yu's, it's all," he says, hiding his smug grin behind Untold Sorrow when a scowl furrows Han Yu's eyebrows.
