Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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Unconsciously thinking of those few exhausting nights in his mind, Xie Zhuo's face turned pale.

He poked his neck: "You go out, I don't want to..."

The white shirt covered his head, interrupting what he was about to say.

Before he could take off his shirt, the man's fiery hand clasped the back of his neck.

Across a layer of fabric, the flickering lights seemed less dazzling.

But the heavy aura made her more sensitive.

Xie Zhuo pursed his lips tightly, and after being carried back to the bed with his body weak, he quickly rolled away the quilt.

Gu Yan, who was wearing a nightgown and standing at the head of the bed, paused, his voice was slightly dangerous: "Xie Zhuo."

During the few hours when he took the initiative to find him, Xie Zhuo was visibly presumptuous to the naked eye.

The flattery turned into a cold face, and even dared to play tricks on him.

Now, it even took over his quilt and hung him outside.

Sensing the annoyance in his tone, Xie Zhuo was delighted.

He rolled himself into a silkworm cocoon, poked his head out of the quilt with difficulty, and said with a sneer, "What? I can't even have a quilt?"

"I just told you to stop and keep going, go to the guest room!"

Messy strands of hair protruded from the quilt, and there were marks from his bite on the small part of the neck, and there was a tinge of grievance at the end of the eyes.

With this appearance, that pouting mouth doesn't seem so annoying anymore.

Gu Yan bent down suddenly, adding a new injury to Xie Zhuo's already swollen lips.

He stretched out his hand to shake off the quilt, and when Xie Zhuo was dazed and didn't realize it, he wrapped both of them in it.

"You!" Xie Zhuo was shackled in his arms, instinctively making two more moves.

"Don't sleep?" A slightly deep threat came out of his mouth, and Xie Zhuo fell silent in an instant.

He was bored, and after a long time, he bumped his head heavily on Gu Yan's shoulder and closed his eyes.

He would rather sleep in this guy's arms than high-intensity labor.

but……

Being dead never admits defeat.

Before falling asleep, Xie Zhuo told Qi Ling in his mind: "Wake me up at two o'clock in the morning!"

Qi Ling: "... Got it."

You demon cultivators are really good at doing it.

Xie Zhuo laughed twice in his heart, and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

At two o'clock in the morning, Xie Zhuo was woken up by the sound of the heart-purifying mantra in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Recalling his thoughts before going to bed, he slightly pushed Gu Yan roughly: "Gu Yan, I want to drink water."

The man was breathing heavily, but he didn't seem to move at all.

Xie Zhuo was secretly happy, stretched out his foot and kicked his leg twice, and said like a ghost: "Gu Yan, Gu Yan, I want to drink water!"

When he was on his third foot, Gu Yan finally clasped his ankle hard, his voice was still hoarse when he woke up: "Xie Zhuo."

"Whatever you shout, I want to drink water!" Xie Zhuo said confidently.

Gu Yan squeezed the space between his eyebrows, turned on the bedside lamp, looked at Xie Zhuo's sleepy eyes, and smiled angrily: "Drink water, okay."

He turned over and got off the bed, took two bottles of water and threw them beside Xie Zhuo, and said in a deep voice, "Drink."

The cold breath touched the skin, and Xie Zhuo, who was about to fall asleep again, was shocked in an instant.

After touching the cold water, he said angrily, "Why is it cold? Don't drink it!"

After finishing speaking, he turned over and fell asleep.

Gu Yan watched this scene coldly, and suddenly opened the water bottle.

When one hand was clasped on the shoulder, Xie Zhuo hadn't noticed the danger yet.

But when the cold liquid entered his mouth, he felt something was wrong.