FRIVOLOUS SNOW

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Yong Jie woke up around chen shi (7~9 am) and on his way to the main hall, Yong Jie saw Yong Xian training. He was sweating profusely that he discarded his upper robes and trained only on his pants, throwing powerful punches and kicks in the air. Yong Xian was good with martial arts, unlike Yong Jie who always disappears into seclusion and Yong Yi who just messes around.

"So early in the morning."

Yong Jie glanced at Yong Yi who appeared behind him and munching a crunchy apple. They both looked at their Elder brother Xian training his martial arts skills and couldn't help but admire their brother.

Yong Jie glanced at his other side when he felt another presence and saw Zi Xin who was also joining them from watching and admiring Elder brother Xian.

Zi Xin was staring at Yong Xian in awe and affection. Seeing Yong Xian's bare torso, his muscles flexing with his every move and the sweat shimmering from the sun's rays as it slides down the crevices of those strong abs made Zi Xin's knees buckled.

Zi Xin fanned his heating face with his hands.

"Xiao Xin, are you okay? You're red." Yong Jie said.

Zi Xin nervously chuckled as he frantically fanned his face with his hands and looked away from Yong Xian. "Yes. It's just the weather's hot today."

Zi Xin wanted to jump in the pond when he realized that the weather was cloudy and the morning air was a little chilly than hot. Looked like it was going to rain.

Yong Yi chuckled. "Yes, yes. Hot indeed." He said as he stared with meaning hidden in his eyes to Zi Xin making his face heated up even more.

When Zi Xin woke up to an unfamiliar room with a crazy headache this morning, Yong Xian nursed him and he realized that it was Yong Xian's room after his headache was gone, his mind just wouldn't stop thinking about what happened last night. After drinking the first cup of wine, his mind became blurry. Everything was blurred that he no longer remembers how did he end up sleeping in Yong Xian's bed.

He wanted to know!

Zi Xin sat down on a seat near the balcony with a round table where anyone could take a break and drink some tea. He could still see Yong Xian training and the two other brothers playing. Zi Xin planted his elbows on the table and covered his warm face. Staying in that position a while as he sorts his feelings.

Zi Xin jumped when he heard a thump, the sound of something was thrown on the table and saw a familiar white fan.

It was Yong Xian's fan. Zi Xin looked up and saw Yong Xian, his eyes sharply looking at him. Yong Xian was already dressed in black robes.

"Don't forget to give Ma Li back to me." Yong Xian said referring to his fan

Zi Xin watched Yong Xian walked away and then his gaze turned to the fan. Má Li was Yong Xian's spiritual weapon and as far as Zi Xin knows, no one ever touched the weapon except Yong Xian, which he always keeps it with him wherever he goes.

It was enough to make Zi Xin blush thinking that Yong Xian let him borrowed his fan just because he heard that Zi Xin felt hot.

Zi Xin ran his hand on the fan. It looked just like any ordinary paper fan with minimalist drawing of a river and a tree in black ink.

Zi Xin couldn't help but felt like he was special to Yong Xian making him smile as he fans himself. The fan emitted a faint scent of Yong Xian, the same scent that Zi Xin smelt when he woke up in Yong Xian's room this morning. A manly scent that made Zi Xin's heart shake. He wanted to smell the owner of the scent and never let go until his system was filled with that wonderful smell. Zi Xin even kept Yong Xian's robe and forget to retrieve his original robes when he went back home.

"Yong Xian didn't make a move on you last night?" Yong Yi suddenly appeared, surprising Zi Xin and hearing what he said made his face heated up even more.

"What move, Ah Yi? I can't recall what happened last night after drinking my first cup!" Zi Xin said and Yong Yi sat against him, planting his elbows on the table and clasped his hand.

"You didn't remember?" He asked.

Zi Xin shook his head. "Not a single memory."

"You almost get killed by a demon!"

Yong Yi told Zi Xin about what happened last night and Zi Xin was so surprised, he couldn't believe that something happened without him recalling anything.

"Xian-gege was so worried about you. He ripped your robes like he was going to do you roughly in front of us just to check if you were scratched by that ugly demon." Yong Yi whispered and Zi Xin blushed.

Does he have to narrate it like that?

"We didn't return you home to avoid worrying your parents and let you sleep in the Palace. Xian-gege didn't want to let you sleep anywhere but in his room. I know he didn't tell it verbally but he never let go of you. I wondered why Xian-gege's words were always mean to Xiao Xin but his actions were as tender and gentle as the spring breeze." Yong Yi playfully cupped his chin and thought about it.

Zi Xin's face was as red as a ripe tomato and his heart was going crazy.

"You're always teasing me, Ah Yi." Zi Xin said and looked at the paper fan.

"Xian-gege even lend you his fan. He never let me or Ah Jie touch that and he just haphazardly tossed it to you. How interesting." Yong Yi said.

Yong Yi stood up and gave Zi Xin his own space to think about those things. Yong Yi long ago knew about Yong Xian's secret affection to Zi Xin. It was so obvious if you pay attention to Yong Xian's words and actions. Everything was contradicting as if the mind was his mouth while the heart was his actions.

"So obvious, Xian-gege. So obvious." Yong Yi chuckled.

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