Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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The door bolt shattered into two under Yuan Shuo's feet, Xie Zhuo couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple, and felt that he might follow in the door bolt's footsteps.

"Why is Ah Zhuo closing the door?" Yuan Shuo's voice was as elegant as ever, but the hairs on the back of Xie Zhuo's neck stood on end.

No, it's really wrong.

Xie Zhuo didn't know what was wrong until he saw Yuan Shuo's eyes.

This guy's eyes were full of aggression and wildness, without any concealment, like a hungry wolf that has not been fed.

Xie Zhuo subconsciously took a step back, almost tripped but was picked up by Yuan Shuo by pinching his waist.

He lightly stroked the side of Xie Zhuo's neck, and said lightly, "What are you panicking about?"

In that quiet tone, Xie Zhuo heard his beating heart.

One sound after another made him follow as if possessed by a demon.

Everything in front of him began to spin, and Xie Zhuo saw that the red official uniform on his body was thrown messily on the ground.

The light-colored bed curtain became an accomplice to the murder, making it even more unbearable.

"Ah Zhuo..." The man called his name loudly, beads of sweat dripping down Xie Zhuo's face.

Now, he finally knew where the results of Yuan Shuo's martial arts practice in the past six months were.

The bee waist seemed to never get tired, disturbing Xie Zhuo so much that he couldn't be quiet.

From the beginning of being evenly matched to the final retreat of Ming Jin, Xie Zhuo shed all tears in this square inch, but he did not get the slightest bit of pity.

When the warm water was poured into his mouth, Xie Zhuo finally had the illusion of being alive.

The ends of his eyes were still slightly red, and he rushed to Yuan Shuo in a hoarse voice: "It's getting late, you go to court!"

It's already dawn outside, let him have a good rest!

Yuan Shuo smiled slightly, Xie Zhuo could understand the light in his dark eyes: "A Zhuo, I took half a month's leave."

Xie Zhuo: "..."

Help!

Xie Zhuo didn't want to recall the half month that life was worse than death, let alone recall.

Anyway, he only remembered that at the end, Yuan Shuo only touched him once and tears were about to flow.

When Yuan Shuo went to court, he almost wept with joy.

And above the court, colleagues also rarely saw Yuan Shuo's unsullied appearance.

Seeing such a nephew, the emperor felt more and more guilty about his nephew and daughter-in-law, and couldn't help but rewarded him with some more things.

Xie Zhuo leaned on his back and looked at those things, but he didn't feel comforted at all.

He was just thinking, is it still too late for room allocation?

But in fact, not only is it too late now, but it will also be too late in the future.

In his whole life, he never drove that annoying guy out.

Even at the age of seventy and eighty, when nothing can be done, that person will fall asleep with him.

In this life, Yuan Shuo has experienced three emperors, from the sick and weak son at the beginning to the Taiwei who has power over the government and the public, the same brilliance and splendor as in the original world line.

The difference from the original world is that there is someone beside him in this world, no matter how immersed he is in power, he will never forget that there is still someone waiting for him at home.

As for Xie Zhuo, it is even more legendary that as a man, he firmly held the position of the wife of the Duke's Mansion for a lifetime, and perfectly fulfilled the obsession of the original owner.

On the day of Yuan Shuo's death, the sun was as bright as when they got married.

He looked extraordinarily calm, and only looked at his aging lover with a slight smile.

"Ah Zhuo, my voice..." He smiled slightly at his lover, "I have no regrets."