Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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Xie Zhuo paid homage to his lost freedom sadly in his heart: "Qi Ling, I fell down again."

This child is too likable and knows how to make people feel sorry for him.

Qi Ling: "Oh."

It's not the first time, he's used to it.

The soft murmur in the carriage occasionally spread along with the wind, making the driver extremely stiff. After a long time, the sound of horseshoes stopped, and he carefully said to the extremely quiet carriage: "Your Highness, we are here."

The next moment, the curtain was lifted.

The prince dressed in a brocade robe with dragon patterns walked down from the car with the man in the red robe in his arms, his natural possession surprised everyone who saw it.

Aware of those overly hot gazes, Xie Zhuo helplessly covered his face.

This, the embarrassment has been thrown to the horizon.

Jian Xingzhi didn't care about those sights at all, and carried him all the way to his bedroom, making everyone in the Prince's Mansion have enough eye addiction.

After finally blocking those sighing eyes, Xie Zhuo's feet finally had a chance to touch the ground.

The first thing he did when he landed was to land a rebellious kick on the brocade robe with dragon patterns: "Bastard!"

Jane Xingzhi looked indulgently at his frowning appearance at the moment, and raised her hand to brush his cheek: "Ah Zhuo is still cuter."

Such a weak appearance lying on the bed is not suitable for Xie Zhuo.

His fingertips slid down slowly, caressing the joints.

Xie Zhuo couldn't help feeling vigilant, took two steps back and pressed his clothes: "Don't mess around!"

Jian Xingzhi Shi Shi ran forward, narrowing Xie Zhuo's action space little by little: "How could it be a mess? I just want to get closer to Ah Zhuo."

His intuition told Xie Zhuo that Jian Xingzhi's closeness had absolutely no good intentions.

He staggered and fell on the soft couch, gritted his teeth and looked at the slowly approaching person: "My injury is not healed yet!"

Saying these words, a sense of depression rose in his heart.

Now, does he actually have to use his injuries to protect himself?

Jian Xingzhi leaned over and kissed Xie Zhuo's forehead, his voice became more and more gentle: "I asked Dr. Zhang, and he said there is nothing serious."

How could he hurt Ah Zhuo's body?

Xie Zhuo: "!!!"

You bastard, why do you ask other people about this kind of thing!

Do you want to die... Ugh!

His eyes darkened, and his warm hands blocked his entire vision.

The spring breeze is warm, the willow branches outside the window slowly stretch their branches, and the tender yellow willow buds sway gently, telling the coming of spring.

Suddenly, a soft whimper broke this quiet and beautiful spring night.

The clouds fluttered a month ago, blocking the silver light, preventing it from peeking at the slightest bit of lip color.

In the room, Xie Zhuo lay weakly on the bed, his eyes were still red from crying.

He angrily knocked on the soft bed, full of regret in his heart.

"Bastard, I shouldn't have saved him!" Wait, wait, wait...

Xie Zhuo pushed away the people beside him heavily with sweaty palms, and said with disgust: "Get out."

Jian Xingzhi let out a pleasant muffled smile, kissed his slender fingertips thinly, and called his name one after another: "Xie Zhuo, Xie Zhuo..."

Those obsessive voices seemed to be able to pierce Xie Zhuo's heart through the flesh, prying out a crack in that hard chest, and squeezing a person in.

Xie Zhuo snorted weakly, and after a long time when the man stopped, he said vaguely: "Yes, I heard it."

In an instant, the eyes of the person beside him suddenly lit up.

Xie Zhuo was extremely vigilant: "If you don't sleep, get out!"