"What are you hiding from?" Fang Chuning teased as he looked at him.
Xie Jue, wearing thin inner clothes soaked through by the hot springs, the fabric clinging closely to his bamboo-like physique, outlined a mesmerizing beauty. The Shadow Guard's words made his already flushed face, heated by the steam, grow even redder, nearly burning. With a stern voice, he commanded, "Turn around!"
"Shy, are you? There's no Shadow Guard here!" Fang Chuning chuckled as he gazed at him. Xie Jue's expression darkened, brewing a storm, prompting Fang Chuning to step back, deciding not to provoke him further.
Calming his emotions, Xie Jue couldn't help but ask, "What did the Marshal discuss with you? You talked for so long."
His back bore no scars, nor did it reveal any gloom—suggesting the Marshal hadn't noticed anything. Fang Chuning replied casually, "Just some Jiangnan military affairs."
"Military affairs, and yet you talked all day?"
