"....."
The crude oil lamp on the desk flickered in the wind, casting the intertwined shadows of two figures onto the wall.
There was no denying it—Li Junwu's legs were indeed very long.
After being forced into a split, the view from above was downright visually striking.
Of course, the main reason had to be that Li Junwu was currently only wearing a pair of elaborate, Western Region-style short pants, leaving the skin of his legs completely exposed to the air.
Wait, hold on.
Why, knowing full well he'd be visiting tonight, was this "good bro" of his only wearing short pants?
Seriously showing off his legs, huh? Truly living up to being his "good bro"!
Reliable!
As the thought flashed through his mind, Xu Yuan suddenly noticed that Li Junwu's hand holding the sword had already slackened.
It seemed the misunderstanding had been resolved.
"Let go..."
Just as Xu Yuan was about to say something, Li Junwu's murmuring voice reached his ears.
