I am the Peach Blossom Demon

Is it important to think beautifully or to look beautiful?

As a qualified face control, face value is of course the first!

But the rice cooked by Xing Xiuzhu is really delicious, so delicious that people want to swallow the chopsticks and ten fingers together.

It's too difficult, it's too difficult for him, Xia Zhuo even suspected that he was a math problem in his previous life.

Xing Xiuzhu originally just said it casually, but Xia Zhuo actually took it seriously, seeing Xia Zhuo's serious expression, Xing Xiuzhu was amused for a while, endured it, still couldn't help it, and bounced on his head.

"What are you thinking, get up quickly."

Xia Zhuo suddenly came back to his senses, covered his head, and looked like he was about to cry: "It hurts so much! It really hurts! I can't get out of bed because of the pain!"

Xing Xiuzhu has a sense of proportion, and he doesn't want to let him pretend to be pitiful: "If you don't get up again, you won't have to choose between the two."

"Give you 3 minutes, change your clothes, fold the quilt, and I will check in a while."

Xia Zhuo's expression froze, and the two crocodile tears that were about to be squeezed out were suppressed.

This is too domineering!Could it be that Xing Xiuzhu is a domineering president who plays too many scripts?

What about "The Domineering President and His Beautiful Wife, Little Peach Blossom", and "Where Are You Going, Little Peach Blossom"...

After Xing Xiuzhu finished speaking, he went downstairs, and Liu Xiazhuo made up several big scenes between himself and Xing Xiuzhu, and then he felt a little more comfortable, and slowly got out of the bed, and put on his clothes little by little.

The legs couldn't move, Xia Zhuo was wearing extremely hard, and after a while, a thin layer of sweat broke out from exhaustion.Next to it is a fluffy quilt, Xia Zhuo finds it not pleasing to the eye no matter how he looks at it.He snorted, took it as Xing Xiuzhu's face, raised his arm, and clenched his five fingers into a fist, about to hit it hard.

"so bad!"

The distance between the fist and the quilt was less than ten centimeters, Xia Zhuo stopped, and his arms were hanging in the air.

For a moment, he retracted his fist angrily.

Forget it, hit someone but not face, especially the face of a big beauty, it doesn't look good when it's swollen.

Xia Zhuo pouted, slowly, slowly folded the quilt, threw it aside, leaned against the other quilt that Xing Xiuzhu had folded, and then fell down on the quilt again with a "bang".

Tired, he was tired.Folding the quilt is really tiring.

Xia Zhuo really can't understand why human beings are so obsessed with folding the quilt. After the quilt is folded, don't they have to take it apart when going to bed the next day?

What's the use?

Xia Zhuo lay on his side on the quilt in a daze, not long after, Xing Xiuzhu came back.

Opening the door, Xing Xiuzhu immediately saw Xia Zhuo who was paralyzed by Ge You on the bed.

Hearing the door opening and footsteps, Xia Zhuo immediately looked over there, and saw Xing Xiuzhu's disgusted expression.

Xia Zhuo was taken aback, and quickly got up from the quilt, but there was still a small dent in the fluffy quilt, and he could even vaguely see the shape of his body, where were the arms, where was the head...

Xia Zhuo chuckled, a little embarrassed, and stretched out his hand to smooth the quilt.

The quilt is fluffy, the gaps in the cotton are filled with air, it has been pressed for a long time, how can it be recovered in a short time, Xia Zhuo has worked hard for a long time, but there is no effect except to make the quilt a little more messy .

Xia Zhuo laughed dryly and explained: "I'm just... just..."

What is it?Xia Zhuo's little head turned quickly, trying to find a reason.

"Just looking for a reason?"

"That's right! It's...!" Xia Zhuo was about to thank Xing Xiuzhu for his reminder, when he suddenly realized that he was even more embarrassed, and quietly spit out the tip of his pink tongue.

Xing Xiuzhu was completely helpless, and he didn't bother to talk to him anymore, so he unpacked the quilt again, shook it flat, folded it again and put it aside.

The morning sun was very good, not glaring, with a soft and delicate orange color, it entered the bedroom along the window, and it just fell on Xing Xiuzhu who was standing in front of the window making the quilt, as if casting a layer of golden light on him.

The man folded the quilt carefully, meticulously.

Even though it was such an ordinary thing, it could even be called boring, but his movements were like finely crafted works of art, which made people unable to take their eyes off it.

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The quilt was refolded and put aside, the area that was originally covered was completely exposed, and it was especially clear under the sunlight.

Around Xia Zhuo's body, there are a few crushed peach petals sticking to her body.

Xing Xiuzhu frowned unconsciously, Xia Zhuo also saw it, he reacted instantly, and hurriedly squeezed the peach petals and held them in his hands.

"Yes, sorry..."

In fact, petals are a very private thing for Peach Blossom Demons, they are part of their archetype, and they would not come out easily, let alone in front of humans.

But I don't know what's going on, as long as Xia Zhuo is in front of Xing Xiuzhu, he can't help but drop the petals.It was okay when he had spiritual power before, and he could still control it according to his own consciousness. Now that the spiritual power was sealed, all the petals took the opportunity to run out, as if they didn't want money.

Xia Zhuo couldn't move his legs, it was inconvenient to move around, he stumbled, like a newborn cub who couldn't walk yet.

The cub kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I don't know what's going on, I didn't fall off when I was sleeping! I'll just clean them up!!"

Carefully, as if afraid of being thrown out.

Xing Xiuzhu was amused by his pitiful appearance, the displeasure in his heart dissipated, and he walked to Xia Zhuo who was still bent over looking for the petals seriously.

"Don't pick it up," Xing Xiuzhu hugged Xia Zhuo as he said, "When will you pick it up like this? Just take off the bed sheet and wash it."

Nesting in Xing Xiuzhu's arms, hearing Xing Xiuzhu's helpless tone, Xia Zhuo was rarely guilty, and extremely guilty

He was still holding the small bunch of peach blossoms in his hand, he didn't dare to look into Xing Xiuzhu's eyes, and his tone was a little low: "I... am I causing you trouble?"

It seems that after he came, Xing Xiuzhu had a lot of work. Not only did he have to walk him, cook for him, but now he also had to wash the sheets...

"As long as you know."

Xing Xiuzhu affirmed his idea.

Xia Zhuo lowered his head, and his tone became even lower: "Oh... oh, I'm sorry."

Xing Xiuzhu frowned: "Very guilty?"

"Um……"

Xia Zhuo's voice was muffled, as if he was about to cry.

"It's okay, the money for washing the sheets is on your head."

Xia Zhuo: "?"

"Are you still sorry? Then double the credit."

... Is it too late for him to take back his guilt?

Not to mention double, even if it's not double, the accommodation fee, food fee, bed linen cleaning fee... Oh, and the wheelchair that hasn't arrived yet, how much housework does he have to do to pay it off? ? ?

Can he apply for debt repayment?