Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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That pitiful appearance is really a bit of a dog's demeanor, Xie Zhuo couldn't say anything to blame at that time.

Rubbing between his brows, he said helplessly: "It's getting late, the prince should rest first, if you have anything to say tomorrow morning."

Nie Qing frowned slightly, Xie Zhuo cast a cold look over him.

His lips moved for a while, Zhao Wang said in a deep voice, "Prepare water."

The dead men in this courtyard really don't know how to take care of others, he called for water and carried it to Xie Zhuo's room.

Nie Qing's expression was slightly stiff, and his voice was cold: "It's the king who wants to wash up."

Dead soldiers: "..."

Seeing that they were still tossing, Xie Zhuo waved his hands helplessly: "What are you going to do, let's wash here first!"

He looked at Nie Qing with a half-smile: "Could it be that the prince despises me?"

Hearing this, Nie Qing took off his outer robe without saying a word, and walked towards the inner room. It can be said that he did not dislike Xie Zhuo at all in practical terms.

Hearing the sound of dripping water inside, Xie Zhuo's eyes darkened unconsciously.

Nie Qing felt a little uncomfortable inside, the place was full of Xie Zhuo's aura, which made him unconsciously recall the time when he was in that small hall.

At that time, the two of them only had one bucket of water, and Xie Zhuo could only wash after he finished washing.

At that time, he never felt anything, even because of...

The muscles of the man in the water tensed suddenly, he closed his eyes and no longer dared to think about those things that stimulated his nerves.

It took a long time for the man to come out from the inner room. His hair was wet and draped over his body, and his body was covered with damp moisture.

After tidying up, the stubble on his face was particularly obtrusive.

Xie Zhuo frowned: "I shaved my beard."

The battlefield is not as refined as here, and Nie Qing hasn't shaved his beard for half a month.

When he was with his subordinates, he didn't feel anything, but now in front of Xie Zhuo, he seemed to be two-pointed.

Seeing him walking towards the inner room with an embarrassing expression, Xie Zhuo touched his face unconsciously, does he look so scary, why does this guy dare not even say a word to him.

Thinking about his wet and dripping hair, Xie Zhuo took a cloth towel and went into the inner room.

At this moment, Nie Qing was shaving his beard in front of the bronze mirror, and he paused when he heard footsteps.

"Shave yours," Xie Zhuo said while wrapping a cloth towel around his hair, gently absorbing the moisture for him.

When the gentle force fell on the hair, Nie Qing's hand trembled suddenly, making a cut on his face.

The smell of blood penetrated into the tip of his nose, Xie Zhuo couldn't help frowning: "What are you doing?"

The distance between the two is only two fingers, and Nie Qing can even feel Xie Zhuo's body temperature.

His eyes flustered to avoid Xie Zhuo's stare in the mirror, and his Adam's apple rolled: "Careless."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, his expression darkened, he didn't know that his throat had become so hoarse.

Xie Zhuo: "..."

You can be careless even if you shave your beard, you are only eight years old.

"Give it to me." Seeing the man's distraught appearance, Xie Zhuo finally lost his patience and took the razor from his hand.

Xie Zhuo's hands are very steady, and the movements will not hurt Nie Qing's skin at all.

Nie Qing froze, letting Xie Zhuo hold him in his arms and shave him.

In the bronze mirror, the man's heroic face was exposed after the beard left the skin, without the slightest roughness before.

Those gentle hands also moved down slowly.

When the razor touched Nie Qing's neck, his body became even more rigid.