Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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Now this appearance of returning together is something they have been looking forward to for a long time.

"I'll help him back to his room first." Seeing the joy in the couple's eyes, Zong Ze paused for a moment.

Xie's couple didn't dare to stop him, they just followed behind him step by step and watched him send Xie Zhuo to bed.

After the crying kid rolled on the bed, Zong Ze loosened his collar and turned around: "It's so late, haven't you rested yet?"

An ordinary sentence made the couple's eyes red.

They hadn't heard such a greeting for a long time.

"Rest right away, right away..." Father Xie paused and said, "You tonight..." Do you want to sleep here?

He asked a little cautiously, because Zong Ze had rejected them many times in the past.

"Of course," Zong Ze smiled under the anticipation of the couple, "It's so late, I don't bother to move."

It was a word of complaint, and the distance between several people was shortened almost instantly.

"Hey, good!" Mother Xie said quickly, "Your room is cleaned every day, so you can just go to sleep."

"Maybe we have to wait." Zong Ze rubbed his eyebrows a little helplessly: "If he is like this, he probably won't be able to sleep."

"Let me help him change his clothes first."

Xie's father wanted to tell him to come, but Xie's mother grabbed her wrist and dragged him out.

"It's not easy for them to have the opportunity to cultivate their relationship. What are you doing?"

Mrs. Xie glared at him, then said: "Go back to bed, it's getting late!"

Even though they said this, the husband and wife did not sleep well all night.

In Xie Zhuo's room, Zong Ze unbuttoned him one by one.

The snow-white skin was exposed from under the shirt, and there was a hint of alcohol-smelling powder.

The sleeping person seemed to be offended by the air-conditioning, frowned displeased, and stretched out his hand to touch the quilt.

"Don't move." Zong pressed his wrist and said in a deep voice, "You can sleep after wiping your body."

He did this because of his obsession with cleanliness, and also because of the vague thoughts in his heart.

After twisting the towel from the bathroom, Zong used the wet towel to trace Xie Zhuo's body inch by inch, taking away all the alcohol smell.

He took the pajamas only when his skin, which was air-dried, had little goosebumps due to the air-conditioning.

He looked down at the snow-white skin that was covered by the navy blue pajamas a little bit, and the expression in his eyes became more intense.

Sooner or later, he will take off the clothes again.

When he is sober.

Looking down at the man sleeping like a little pig, Zong raised his hand and knocked on his forehead before turning and leaving.

The sound of the door closing sounded, and Xie Zhuacai slowly opened his eyes.

Although there was drunkenness in those water-colored eyes, it was rare to maintain a sobriety.

He touched his comfortable pajamas and took a deep breath.

In this way, it can be regarded as the initial effect of the action.

Qi Ling: "?"

It was only now that it discovered that Xie Zhuo was actually fake drunk.

"What are you trying to figure out?"

Enjoy the treatment of being moved all the way home?

"I have to convince him that I really want to change my ways and really don't want to mess with him again."

Xie Zhuo rubbed his throbbing brain, his voice was a bit vague: "He is a suspicious person, he will not believe what I say directly."

But the drunken words he uttered when he was so drunk that he passed out had unexpected effects.

Qi Ling: "I see."

Its voice is faint, and there is no other meaning.