[Wearing nothing but his under-robes (good luck talking him into wearing swimming trunks), Zishu presents himself for the various competitions. A smirk curves his lips as he places his hands on his hips.]
Who thinks they can beat me?
[The cold has long since been conquered by him and his husband! He could probably handle going into the ice water naked, but. He won't. For the sake of his Lao Wen's jealousy.]
Come on, don't be shy. This is just a friendly match.
Zhou Zishu | Word of Honor
[Wearing nothing but his under-robes (good luck talking him into wearing swimming trunks), Zishu presents himself for the various competitions. A smirk curves his lips as he places his hands on his hips.]
Who thinks they can beat me?
[The cold has long since been conquered by him and his husband! He could probably handle going into the ice water naked, but. He won't. For the sake of his Lao Wen's jealousy.]
Come on, don't be shy. This is just a friendly match.