The hand supporting his backside held him firmly, with no intention of putting him down.
Shen Yangge could only pat Chu Xuanzhen's shoulder and kick his calves against the other man's thighs, signaling that he wanted to get down.
But the man still showed no intention of putting him down. Shen Yangge was wondering what was going on.
Then he saw the old eunuch who often accompanied Chu Xuanzhen hurrying over, panting, with an outer robe in his hands.
Before Shen Yangge could wonder what the robe was for, Chu Xuanzhen's next move gave him the answer.
Chu Xuanzhen wrapped his bare feet in the robe. The soft fabric brushed against his skin, feeling a little cool and a little painful.
"Why were you in such a hurry to come out without even putting your shoes on properly? You've scraped your skin."
Chu Xuanzhen sounded somewhat displeased. After wrapping Shen Yangge's exposed feet, he slipped a hand inside the robe and gently cleaned the dirt from his soles.
He simply used his hand, touching Shen Yangge's soles directly.
There was not the slightest trace of disgust in his eyes.
Shen Yangge froze. Wherever Chu Xuanzhen touched felt a little ticklish, and a little warm.
Unused to the sensation, he kicked at the hand wiping his feet. His toes curled nervously, like a little hedgehog encountering an enemy.
"Your Highness, I can do it myself!"
With that, Shen Yangge pulled Chu Xuanzhen's hand away and casually swung his feet, rubbing all the dust and dirt onto the robe wrapped around them.
Only when he felt he had rubbed off most of the dirt did his pounding heart settle down.
Then, remembering how Chu Xuanzhen had just cleaned his soles with his hand, he took the hand hanging at the man's side