Xia Jinyuan, whose back was facing Ye Jian, didn't notice her plight. He was thinking about which piece of clothing he should wear first.
The Tibetan lady gave him the clothes that they normally wore.
"Little Fox, I'm defeated by the Tibetan costumes. I managed to wear the white shirt but the left sleeve is bigger than the right sleeve. Can you help me see if this is how I should wear it?" Xia Jinyuan turned and pulled his white shirt. "I wonder how much time the Tibetans have to spend on wearing this every day. You must help me. If not, I don't know how long I'll take to wear these clothes."
He bathed at the river with his comrades just now. If he didn't go out soon, he wasn't confident about what those people might be thinking if Han Zheng decided to bring their thoughts astray.
Ye Jian had no choice but to open her eyes. She saw the scene in front of her and her heart beat faster. She had already calmed down but her eyes still floated around.
Xia Jinyuan was wearing a waist-length white silk shirt. He looked even sexier.
The loose shirt was unbuttoned and his beautiful and firm chest could be seen vaguely. The white shirt was translucent too so his small waist could be seen too. When he breathed, his chest raised slightly. His firm muscles raised along with it too.
As it moved, Ye Jian felt herself breathing in alignment with the movement of the muscles.
"Wear the round-necked robe made from cotton and fur." Ye Jian raised her hand and pointed at the clothes. Her slender and fair arm shone under the sunlight that entered the tent. It looked like the color of a pearl under the light.
Xia Jinyuan's gaze flew past her arm. He thought silently to himself: he made the right decision to wrap her tightly yesterday.
He had foresight. This little girl's skin was still so soft even after being shone on by ultraviolet rays. It looked really beautiful.
He retracted his gaze and started wearing his clothes following her instructions.
"Take the colorful belt and tie it around your waist."
Xia Jinyuan took the colorful fur belt and smiled. "This is really beautiful. I want to bring one back when I leave."
"It's a piece of art. Hurry up!" Ye Jian had no energy to chat with him now. She hurried him. "Tie that around your waist. Cross the two sleeves of the robe over your waist and tie it at the back…"
Inside the tent, Ye Jian taught Xia Jinyuan how to wear the Tibetan costume. She told him what he should wear first and how he should wear them.
Outside, Han Zheng and the other people had finished dressing up. They gritted their teeth and rubbed their hands as they waited for Q King, who didn't know how to wear his clothes.
"I don't believe that he doesn't know how to wear clothes!" J5 smiled as he said. However, his smile seemed sinister. "All four of us have finished dressing up. Yet, he is still inside being taught how to wear his clothes by a student. Isn't he embarrassed?"
The four of them came to bid farewell to Xia Jinyuan. They had settled everything in the village. The herdsman that was killed had been brought to an area that only Tibetans could go and was buried there.
They needed to go back to the military depot immediately and report the information they received.