Quick Transmigration: The Little Essence of a Sick Big Guy

"Ding! Satiety is on!" System 666 said.

Zuo Le didn't feel hungry all of a sudden.

"The system only temporarily eliminates the hunger of the host. The host still needs to eat, otherwise the body will collapse." System 666 reminded.

What crime did you do?

Zuo Le was miserable.

He really urgently needs to improve this harsh living environment.

Now, the power of his life and death is completely in Gu Zhi's hands.Only by coaxing Gu Zhi well can I live a good life.

But how can I coax myself?

How about cleaning like the snail girl?

However, the room was so tidy that it was simply not his turn to do it.

Even the quilts are neatly folded... no wonder.

Yesterday, before Gu Zhi left, he folded the quilt like a cube of tofu, but today he seemed to be in a hurry, and the quilt was piled on the bed in a mess.

Zuo Le felt that his chance to express himself had come.

He went over to tidy up the quilt, only to find that the sheets were wet and sticky.

Zuo Le realized something, shook off the quilt in his hand and looked, and sure enough, one place was also wet and sticky.

Hmph, it's no wonder that Gu Zhi's complexion is not good this morning, is it because he is dissatisfied with his desires?

Zuo Le smiled maliciously, and threw the quilt back on the bed.

Forget it, I'm so hungry, why should I clean up the room?

Zuo Le lay down on the ground beside the bed, let's rest.

"Host, why don't you lie down on the sofa. No matter how clean the floor is, it's not a place to sleep." System 666 suggested.

Zuo Le closed his eyes and meditated, smiled meaningfully and said, "I just like lying on the ground."

In the evening, Gu Zhi came back.

He saw the young boy curled up on the ground in a small group, still wearing the white shirt from yesterday, looking fragile and pitiful, and also possessed an indescribably sadistic beauty.

Gu Zhi inexplicably felt his throat a little dry, he didn't understand why this little bastard could provoke his desire frequently.

Gu Zhi kicked the boy irritably, and said angrily, "Get up."

Zuo Le groaned in pain, and cursed secretly: When I take you down, I will want you to look good!

He deliberately opened his eyes slowly, pretending to be weak and said: "Sir, can you give me something to eat?"

The boy's eyes were a little moist, and when he looked at people, he was very pitiful, like a stray dog ​​looking up at the pedestrians by the side of the road.

Rarely, Gu Zhi felt a little pity, opened the door and ordered his servants to bring some food.

After closing the door, he looked at the young man who was still on the ground, and said coldly, "Get up."

Zuo Le scolded his mother in his heart.

He originally planned to lure Gu Zhi into hugging him.

But it seems that the time is not ripe now.

Straight men are really hypocritical, obviously a little bit emotional but insist on enduring it coyly.

Zuo Le could only get up from the ground by himself, walked crookedly back to the sofa and sat down.

It's not like he's pretending, he hasn't eaten for many days, his body really can't bear it, and he can't even walk.

Gu Zhi was standing in the room smoking a cigarette, the smoke blurred his vision, and the boy sitting on the sofa opposite him looked somewhat mysterious and alluring.

His gaze involuntarily outlines the boy's figure, and finally lands on those straight and slender legs.

At first glance, they are malnourished, they have no flesh, and they are very smooth, unlike ordinary men with heavy legs.

Somehow, such a pair of legs could arouse the deepest desire in his heart.

Gu Zhi turned his eyes away and took a puff of cigarette impatiently.

It happened that the delivery of food came, and he opened the door.

The servants pushed the dining table in, placed all the dishes on the marble table, and then quietly retreated.

These meals are obviously prepared according to the usual taste of the caregiver, almost all of them are western sweets, and even the bowl of soup is a sweet and greasy cheese mushroom soup.

Zuo Le was in a delicate mood, did such a cold and perverted man like to eat this kind of sweet little cake?

"The feeling of satiety is lost." The system said 666.

Zuo Le was suddenly hungry, his eyes glowed green when he saw the food, and he wanted to eat it with a spoon.

Who would have thought that the man standing across the table said coldly, "Did I let you eat?"

Zuo Le uttered a foul word in his heart, but he could only withdraw his hand pretending to be timid and ashamed, looked up at the man pitifully and said, "Mr. Gu, I'm hungry."

Gu Zhi looked down at the young man from above, and said playfully, "Call me master." This man was just a dog he raised on a whim, and he had to obey his orders.

The corner of Zuo Le's mouth twitched, and his five fingers clenched into fists involuntarily.

This man deserves a beating!

What kind of experience does a person have to develop such a temper that deserves to be beaten?

"You don't want to call?" Gu Zhi glanced lightly at Zuo Le's fist, his tone was gentle but ghostly.

Zuo Le's heart skipped a beat, he had no doubt that if he refused to change his words, this man would kill him immediately.

Zuo Le let go of his tightly curled fingers, lowered his head and humiliated, "Master."

Gu Zhi twitched the corner of his lower lip in satisfaction, and he slowly picked up a small plate of cake.

It was a slice of Black Forest cake, with a small red cherry dotted on the top layer, which was very attractive.Zuo Le swallowed his saliva, his eyes stuck on it involuntarily.

Gu Zhi's hand tilted slightly, he planned to throw all the food on the ground, and let the little punk lie on the ground and lick it like a dog.

However, facing the boy's eyes full of admiration and longing, Gu Zhi was inexplicably reluctant to do so.

He remembered that when he was a child, he was locked in a dark, abandoned dilapidated house, and he could only wait like a dog for his captors to feed him a little food every day.

That little food is often the leftovers of those people, it's rotten and dirty...

Gu Zhi didn't want to recall any more.

He glanced at the little gangster in front of him.

That day, the little bastard hugged his trouser leg and begged for mercy, a desire to abuse suddenly burst out in his heart.

He wanted to imprison this little bastard and raise him like a dog, so that this man could also taste the torture of not seeing the light of day.

However, this person's pitiful and affectionate eyes always made him unbearable.

forget it.

Even if I want to imprison this person, there is no need to let this person live so without dignity.

Gu Zhi put the cake back on the table, and said calmly, "Eat it."

Zuo Le picked up the spoon and was about to start it, but felt two scorching and sinister eyes fixed on him.

He was trembling all over, and vaguely guessed the reason, so he quickly stopped the hand that was about to scoop the cake, and said obediently: "Thank you, master."

Gu Zhi gave a soft "um", thinking: This little thing is quite sensible.

The terrifying eyes on his body finally disappeared, Zuo Le heaved a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that he was really waiting for his gratitude.

This man is domineering and neurotic, and I have to show obedience, obedience, and gratitude in order to make the man feel at ease.

That's not okay.

I am too passive.

Zuo Le looked at the table full of small cakes with excellent appearance, his eyes gradually became evil.