Yu Weimin finally shut the door and raised his head, crossing his arms on his chest, saying, "Strip."
"Huh?" Qi Jingguo thought he misheard those words… Did Yu Weimin just say strip?
"Didn't you hear?" Yu Weimin's eyes narrowed sharply.
"Oh…" Qi Jingguo robotically started stripping. His movements were slow and steady, and when he was nearly stripped and only underwear was remaining, he hesitated and blushed.
He raised his head and pursed his lips, saying, "You…. What do you want to do?"
Yu Weimin put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the door. "You can see me bathing, but I can't? That's not fair."
"Oh…" Qi Jingguo was again tongue-tied as his entire face turned red.
Of course, the marshal, when he was still a student and a prince, was inexperienced in the field of romance. He could flirt and even have a wild imagination, but he still didn't know how to romance someone. Maybe his naivety caused him to delay confessing his feelings for so long.
