Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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Xie Zhuo rubbed the center of his brows, wanting to send him a letter.

And Xie Nan, who had already hit the back of his head with his heel, quickly brought up the wound medicine, along with two rolls of snow-white gauze.

"Please, son, please, Chief Zhao." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.

Xie Zhuo: "?"

You bastard, you're out of money this month!

At this moment, Xie Zhuo misses those days when Xie Nan disliked Zhao Mo.

"My lord, I'll give you medicine." Zhao Mo picked up the medicine bottle on the tray and looked up at Xie Zhuo.

Xie Zhuo: "..."

no more.

It may sound a bit narcissistic, but I am afraid that you will secretly agree with me when you see my beautiful body.

"Young Master?" Zhao Mo saw that he hadn't moved for a long time, and some unsearchable doubts flashed in his eyes.

Xie Zhuo squinted his eyes: "Only medicine?"

You boy, don't think of anything else for me.

Zhao Mo's eyes were even more surprised: "Otherwise..."

The four eyes met, Xie Zhuo only saw innocence in his eyes.

After a pause, he turned around and lay down on the bed, exposing his entire back to Zhao Mo.

Snow white and bright red are intertwined, an inexplicable magnificence rises, making Zhao Mo's throat a little dry.

He wanted to touch the son's wound, but stopped at the last moment.

After a long time, he carefully cleaned his hands and applied the medicine for the young master.

The overheated fingertips were stained with cold ointment, lingering on Xie Zhuo's back.

Wherever it passed, it brought bursts of numbness.

Obviously the wound didn't hurt very much, but Xie Zhuo subconsciously bit the soft pillow to prevent the muffled groan in his throat.

Zhao Mo looked at the young master's red neck, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Perhaps it was because the room was too hot, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

After carefully applying the ointment to each wound, Zhao Mo said, "It's done."

At this moment, he realized how hoarse his voice was.

Xie Zhuo hurriedly wanted to put on his jacket, but was held down by Zhao Mo.

He lowered his eyes and said softly: "My lord, don't move, be careful that the ointment is stained."

Obviously before he came, the young master had no clothes on, so why can't he do it now?

Xie Zhuo didn't bother to pay attention to him, and wanted to continue to put on his clothes but was pressed heavily on his shoulders by a pair of big hands.

The temperature of those hands seemed to be slowly rising, with an indescribable desire.

When the atmosphere became more and more anxious, Xie Zhuo snorted: "You bastard, let go."

He stared fiercely at the hand on his shoulder, and said coldly, "It's against you!"

Bastards!

Zhao Mo lowered his eyes and knelt down on the ground neatly: "This subordinate knows his mistake, but please don't hurt yourself."

The serious look made Xie Zhuo swallow all his words. After a long time, he said angrily: "Okay, you can change your medicine first."

You bastard, for the sake of your injury, I don't care about you.

Zhao Mo stood up, untied the gauze on his body, cleaned it up a bit, then sprinkled medicine powder and wrapped the gauze.

The ferocious and deep wounds during this period inevitably fell into Xie Zhuo's eyes, but Zhao Mo somehow didn't want to avoid the young master.

He wanted the young master to love him more, even if it was only a little bit, it would be enough to make him happy.

Xie Zhuo rested his chin on the soft pillow, looked at his wound, at his well-defined abdominal muscles under the wound, and at the two shark lines that were submerged in his trousers.

Suddenly, he felt that the temperature in the room was indeed a little high.

After the snow-white gauze tied the last knot, Xie Zhuo touched his nose and opened his mouth: "There is a box under the soft bag, take it here."

Zhao Mo didn't know why, but he still found the small box.

Xie Zhuo didn't take the thing he handed to him, but said calmly: "Open it and have a look."