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Luo Binghe stared at the outfit he had set down on the bed. He swallowed.
Purple was not his color. He liked black and red. He always wore black and red! And sure, he could go with white and green for a bit, but those weren’t his preferred colors. Those were the colors he had worn back in his disciple days, when he was young and still unaware of his demonic heritage. He wore them occasionally now, but… Yeah, black and red were his colors.
Purple was not black nor red nor white nor green. It was purple. It was horrendous.
The only reason he had bought it was because earlier that day, he and Shen Qingqiu had been outside, wandering through the streets of the market. They had passed a clothing shop, and Shen Qingqiu had stopped, glancing curiously at the outfit displayed out front.
“Xianjun, do you like it?” The girl managing the shop had asked, sounding slightly eager to have someone purchase something from her.
Shen Qingqiu nodded. “It’s quite nice, but…” He coughed. “I’m sorry, I forgot my money pouch back at the inn…”
The girl seemed disappointed. “Well, you can come back later then!”
Shen Qingqiu nodded again. Then, he and Luo Binghe began to walk away.
“Why did Shizun like it so much?” Luo Binghe immediately asked.
Shen Qingqiu glanced at him. “Well,” he had said, “I thought it would look good on you.”
Once they returned to the inn, Shen Qingqiu got his money pouch out and frowned. “I only brought enough with me for dinner…”
“Shizun can buy us dinner,” Luo Binghe said, smiling. “I’ll wait here.”
Shen Qingqiu had frowned, seeming suspicious, but he accepted it.
Once Shen Qingqiu left, Luo Binghe took out his own money pouch and snuck out the window.
And that brought him to where he was now.
“Shizun said it would look good on me,” he muttered. “I guess I should wear it…”
When Shen Qingqiu reentered, Luo Binghe was in the process of changing. Shen Qingqiu paused. “Binghe…”
Luo Binghe grinned. “Shizun!” He finished putting on the robes and smiled even brighter. “Does it look good on me?”
Shen Qingqiu smiled. “It does.” He set down their food on a table and got closer to Luo Binghe. Luo Binghe stared at his husband’s green robes, thinking that they matched Shen Qingqiu much better than Luo Binghe’s purple robes matched himself. “You look great, Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu’s voice was full of love.
Luo Binghe kept on smiling. Well, if Shizun liked the robes so much, then he would keep on wearing them.