Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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Drops of water slowly fell along the skin texture and fell into the bright red undershirt.

Zhao Mo watched this scene with tense muscles, as stiff as steel.

"Tsk..." Xie Zhuo frowned, and there was a bit of coquettishness in his beautiful eyebrows.

"How do you do things?"

With a hoarse voice, Zhao Mo said softly, "Sorry, it's my hands shaking."

He watched the redness gradually deepening, sticking tightly to Xie Zhuo's snow-white skin, and he had some delusion to replace it.

He took off the unsightly clothes and put his hands on them.

Let the snow-white skin be dyed the same red as the shirt.

Xie Zhuo, who looked a little bewildered, subconsciously felt the danger, so he hid himself against the wall and hid himself.

After such a fuss, he also forgot what he was going to ask just now, blinked his beautiful eyes, and slowly fell into sleep.

Zhao Mo's Adam's apple rolled, and after a long time, he finally said slowly, "This subordinate just...does not want to be separated from Young Master."

This subordinate will guard you for the rest of your life, okay?

How about you be your high-ranking son, and your subordinates will support you, so that you can live your life without any worries?

Zhao Mo unconsciously caressed the man's beautiful eyebrows, feeling a pain in his heart.

"If you're married, I'll take care of your family, okay?"

His son, after all, will not belong to him forever.

He will have a wife and more beauties by his side.

And among those people, he is destined not to be a man with a tough body.

The carriage was extremely quiet, and after an unknown amount of time, the coachman's voice suddenly sounded: "My lord, we're here."

Zhao Mo came back to his senses suddenly, and stopped the outsider when he was about to speak again.

Raising his hand, he touched the heater in Xie Zhuo's hand that was about to lose its temperature. He raised his hand and wrapped his cloak on top of the young man's head, wrapping it carefully so that no wind could fly in.

When the driver was wondering why the young master was silent, he saw Mr. Zhao stepping off the car slowly with a person in his arms.

The man was wrapped in his own bright red cloak, and on his head was covering Master Zhao.

As a result, there was no wind at all.

The coachman was stunned for a moment before he connected the man with his son.

It's no wonder that his mind is slow, it really doesn't look like he's hugging a man, but rather like he's hugging some fragile and delicate baby.

Looking at the backs of the two men, the coachman scratched his head unconsciously.

Is the son so drunk?

The weight in his arms made Zhao Mo not feel too cold in the cold wind. He calmly carried the young master to the room, and then took off the funny cloak wrapped around him.

And the person who died of sleep has no idea that he has changed his place.

Zhao Mo looked down at the young master's blushing eyebrows, and moved his fingertips, after all, he didn't finish what he wanted to do.

When Xie Zhuo woke up, it was already dark, and the shirt on his body still smelled of alcohol.

"Xie Nan, hold the lamp." He rubbed his sore forehead and said in a hoarse voice.

After a while, someone walked to the bed with a candlestick and silently lit a candle.

The warm yellow light lit up in the room, and Xie Zhuo could see clearly the appearance of the person holding the lamp.

"Zhao Mo?" He rubbed between his brows dumbly: "Why are you here?"

"My lord, I'm worried about you being alone in the room after drinking." Zhao Mo lit the last candle.Only then did he speak slowly.

Blame him, forgot that the young master is injured, so he can't drink more.

Xie Zhuo laughed and said, "I'm not a big girl, so why worry?"