Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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At this moment, there was still a trace of cold blood on his body, and the black armor still had a sharp aura.

But his voice was extremely soft, as if the clouds in the sky were wrapped around Xie Zhuo's body.

Feeling the overactive heart in his chest, Xie Zhuo helplessly put his hands on the back of his forehead, turned his head to kiss him, but was avoided.

Xie Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly, with a half-smile: "Don't want to?"

Zhao Mo's Adam's apple rolled, and the light in his black eyes seemed to swallow people up.

Yes, he dreamed of it.

But can't.

Now he is too dirty to dirty the young master.

"My lord, wait, I'm going to wash up." After hugging him heavily again, Zhao Mo left in a hurry.

Xie Zhuo was stunned for a moment before he thought about looking at the bedroom.

Suddenly, on the tea table, he saw an extremely delicate box with a lock on it, as if it was guarding something extremely precious.

With a hint of curiosity, Xie Zhuo opened the brocade box.

Unexpectedly, there was no gold, silver or jewelry inside, only piles of letter paper.

Xie Zhuo felt a little enlightenment in his heart, and picked up one of the stacks.

As expected, it was the letter he wrote to Zhao Mo.

There is a slight rough edge on the edge of the letter paper, as if left by someone who has been playing with it for a long time.

Xie Zhuo rubbed the letter paper with his fingertips, and actually felt a little funny in his heart.

Just a few pieces of letter paper are worth such a treasure.

He simply leaned on the bed, thinking about what he had written in the past.

When Zhao Mo returned from washing, he saw the young master looking at him with a half-smile.

Seeing the brocade box in front of him, Zhao Mo rarely showed a trace of embarrassment: "Young master."

"Pretty precious?" Xie Zhuo flicked the letter paper lightly and said with a smile.

Zhao Mo frowned, and carefully pulled the letter out of his hand.

"Since this thing was given to me, it is mine." His voice was a little muffled: "My lord, don't break it for me."

In the days and nights without his son, he relied on these letters to get through.

Xie Zhuo laughed angrily at him, and raised his hand to grab the man's collar.

Looking at each other, he said calmly: "Young master, my true self is here, why do you feel bad for a confidence?"

"Serve my son well, can you have as many letters as you want?"

serve……

The water droplets on Zhao Mo's hair suddenly became scorching hot at this moment, dripping down, falling on Xie Zhuo's face, and falling on his bright red skirt.

Zhao Mo forced him to the point where he couldn't retreat, so he said in a hoarse voice, "How do you want me to serve you, Master?"

What does the son want?

Xie Zhuo lazily rolled up a strand of his hair and played with his fingertips: "I haven't seen you for a few days, have you even forgotten how to serve people?"

"Can you do it? If you can't, I'll..."

Before he finished speaking, the fiery kiss fell.

"I can't, and the young master can't go to others." Zhao Mo's voice was cold and determined.

The son is already his, how can he find someone else?

He will definitely kill anyone who dares to seduce the young master.

The man who hadn't left the battlefield to chill, unknowingly carried a trace of rudeness in his actions.

Xie Zhuo frowned when he bit it, and said lazily: "Who said you need to find someone else? I told you to go to rest if you can't do it."

Tsk, is he the kind of person who goes on and on?

"However, your words have given me some ideas, my lord."

He patted Zhao Mo's face: "You'd better keep going, otherwise, my lord, I'm really going to find someone else."