Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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The little fool didn't notice his strangeness, he was still thinking hard.

Xie Zhuo snorted coldly: "What are you doing in a daze? Pour me some water!"

He can't do anything to abuse a fool, but he can't go against the obsession in his heart and treat this little fool too well.

The little fool's goldfish-like brain can only receive the first half of his long sentence: "Name."

Xie Zhuo: "?"

Let you pour water, don't you hear?

Lifting his foot and lightly kicking the corner of the man's clothes, he snorted slightly: "Have you thought about your name?"

Nie Qing shook his head, eyes full of confusion: "No."

With such a fragile appearance, how can he have the prestige that dominated the battlefield in the past?

Xie Zhuo rolled his eyes, and grinned viciously: "Why don't we just call him Gouzi?"

He felt that this name was quite suitable for this guy.

Look at those innocent little eyes, don't they look like a dog?

Gouzi stared at him blankly, then nodded after a while: "Gouzi knows."

The unexpectedly calm tone made Xie Zhuo feel guilty.

"Okay." He coughed and said coldly, "Hurry up and pour me some water!"

When the cold water without a trace of heat was brought to him, the so-called food was also brought to his room.

"Eat!" The black-faced man gave him a cold look, turned and left.

Xie Zhuo looked down, and saw a bowl of soup with little water and a few hard pancakes.

The pancakes looked mediocre, and they were cold enough to kill a person.

Xie Zhuo struggled to break it open, and swallowed the pancake after softening it with saliva a little bit.

After coming down a few times, he only felt dry mouth, so he quickly took a sip of the soup.

The moment he put down the soup bowl, he touched another pair of rough hands.

Because of living on the battlefield all year round, Nie Qing's hands are not as pampered by princes and nobles, but extremely rough.

Xie Zhuo could even see a few strands of blood flowing from the open wound.

His forehead twitched, and he looked coldly at the wolf, like a fool who was tasting something delicious: "Have you washed your hands?"

With such hands, dare to eat in front of him?

Gouzi stuffed the last pancake into his mouth, looked pitifully at the one in Xie Zhuo's hand, and shook his head obediently.

Why wash your hands?

Xie Zhuo: "..."

Little dirty dog.

He took a light breath, led him to the copper basin beside him, and pressed his black paws into the basin to wash.

When the water became cloudy, he picked up his paws.

After rubbing it clean on the towel, he took the ointment prepared in the house and applied it to his hands: "Okay."

The things prepared in this room are naturally good.

After all, an oiran like the original owner needs to be cared for carefully.

But unfortunately, these things were used for the first time on a little dirty dog ​​who couldn't even wash his hands.

The light sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance spreads on the tip of the nose, and it looks more delicious than the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes sold on the street.

The little dirty dog ​​licked it enthusiastically, then frowned: "It's bitter." It couldn't be eaten.

"It deserves it." Xie Zhuo gloated and returned to the table.

The dog who hadn't eaten yet pitifully looked at the pancake in Xie Zhuo's hand, as if expecting Xie Zhuo to show kindness and give it to him.

But unfortunately, Xie Zhuo has never been kind.

With that pitiful look in his eyes, he swallowed the whole pancake.

It's not very tasty, but it's quite filling.