Mrs. Rebirth

Zuo Shaoqing controlled the strength of his subordinates, for fear that one force would cripple his future golden rooster, but there were many wounds on Lu Zheng's body, some new and some old, and the blood stuck to the skin, which took him a long time Just clean it up.

Zuo Shaoqing was in trouble when he wiped his lower body, his trousers had already been taken off, and his legs had been wiped clean, but he couldn't do anything even if he was going up.

He gritted his teeth and thought to himself: It's all this far, and it's not too bad, "I'm offended!" Zuo Shaoqing took off the last piece of cloth on Lu Zheng's body with the pressure from above, and his breathing tightened immediately.

He tried his best to control his eyes not to fall on the lump in the middle, wiped it as fast as possible, and then put on the newly bought obscene pants for him, before exhaling a long breath.

I didn't feel embarrassed when I was bathed by the servants, but when the object was changed to Lu Zheng, I felt like I was taking advantage of him.

During the whole process, Lu Zheng watched silently, raising his legs when he should raise his legs, and his arms when he should raise his arms, completely treating Zuo Shaoqing as his personal servant.

After changing the medicine for his wound, Zuo Shaoqing waited for him to put on the clothes again, only to find that the clothes were too small and too short. Body shape is more oppressive.

"Brother, just wear it, and bring some clothes when you can get out of bed in a few days." Anyway, they are all lying on the bed, it doesn't matter whether they are small or not.

Lu Zheng didn't speak, but his slightly frown showed his dissatisfaction, but he didn't make Zuo Shaoqing too difficult, which made Zuo Shaoqing's impression of him better.

Although he made up his mind to serve this master well and make a good impression on him, it didn't mean that Zuo Shaoqing was willing to serve him like a cow or a horse.

After simply tidying up the things he brought, Zuo Shaoqing was so tired that he couldn't straighten his waist, and the work he did in his previous life was not as much as he does today. It's really not easy to serve people.

"Grandpa needs to go to the toilet!"

toilet?how?

Zuo Shaoqing stared wide-eyed and scanned Lu Zheng's lower body in horror, "What... what to do?" Eating and drinking, he only thought of the first two, but forgot that the latter two were equally difficult.

Lu Zheng watched him for half a stick of incense, and was sure that Zuo Shaoqing would not bring him a spittoon like a servant, so he sat up slowly with his uninjured left hand propped up, lifted the quilt, and moved one leg Get out of bed slowly.

Zuo Shaoqing didn't know how much pain he had to endure for such a movement. He had also suffered from the retrograde meridian back then, and the injury of the man in front of him was definitely not as serious as he was then.

But Lu Zheng stabilized his body after only shaking a few times, his already bloodless handsome face became even paler, and fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

Without time to think about it, Zuo Shaoqing ran over to support him, intending to put his thin arms under his armpits, but he was not tall enough, so he could only wrap his hands around his waist, barely supporting half of his weight.

Lu Zheng's expression changed, he lowered his head, cast deep eyes on Zuo Shaoqing's side face, and muttered: "It's really short!" Then he slowly moved outside on tiptoe.

Zuo Shaoqing lowered his head and pretended not to hear, otherwise he was not sure whether he still had the stamina to continue this challenging job.

There are barren mountains and wild ridges outside the door. Lu Zheng is cautious and scans the surrounding environment with the moonlight. He is a little surprised at the height of this thatched hut. From here, the small town at the foot of the mountain can be vaguely seen.

In the quiet night, the sound of running water was exceptionally clear, Zuo Shaoqing stared at a tree wanderingly, his mind was full of the images he saw when he wiped the man's body before.

Honey-colored skin, firm muscles, those two straight and powerful legs, and that flat and firm belly... A familiar heat ignited in his body, Zuo Shaoqing thought bitterly: He is only 13 now Is it too early to think about this?

At this moment, he still didn't realize, why would he respond to a man's body after being reborn?

"Okay." Lu Zheng tidied up his clothes with one hand, and lightly squeezed Zuo Shaoqing's earlobe.

The original intention was to remind Zuo Shaoqing that he was done, but the temperature and feel of his hand made him stay a little longer. The soft and hot feeling was something he had never experienced before.

"Hey...you..." Zuo Shaoqing turned around suddenly, with a strong sense of guard in his eyes, he hadn't forgotten this man's sexuality, did he have something wrong with him?

"You're blushing."

"...It's hot." A gust of cold wind blew by, and Zuo Shaoqing sneezed in a disfigured way.

"I'm cold."

When Zuo Shaoqing helped him back to the bed, he suddenly thought of a question, "Which hand did you touch me just now?"

Lu Zheng lifted the only arm that could move, and shook it in front of his eyes.

I don't know if it was Zuo Shaoqing's illusion, but he actually saw a little smile from the man's eyes. You must know that Mr. Lu's paralyzed face is as famous as his martial arts, and no one can surpass it.