[ QT ] Heal The Demon

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Rong Wan took the protagonist back to his room.

He was not drenched in rain and his body was dry and refreshing, but the protagonist was like a chicken in soup, with a blood-stained shirt pressed to his chest, and his short dark hair kept dripping with water.

Before entering his room, Jin Zhao hesitated for a while, and looked down at the dirt he had stepped on the carpet, a little uneasy.

But Rong Wan didn't care at all, “Come in, don't be stunned. ”

Just pull him into the bathroom and fill the bath with hot water.

The room where the protagonist lives has not been occupied before, so there is no bathtub installed.

It is not easy to ask the subordinates to clean up other rooms in the middle of the night, so they washed it in his room.

Jin Zhao sat down against the edge of the bathtub. Through the dense heat, he watched the general test the water temperature with his hands, still feeling like he was in a dream.

Why are you so good to him, and why are you still so good to him after seeing his dark side?

The joy in his heart trembled, making his blood still rushing very fast. Perhaps his gaze was too focused and eager, Rong Wan suddenly raised his head.——

Jin Zhao quickly looked away, his dark eyelashes hurriedly covering all emotions.

Being able to stay by the general's side is now the greatest well-being for him. He naturally wants to get this person, all the time.

I even want to drive everyone else away from this person, so that this person can only see him, and there is only him by his side...

But before he is not sure whether it will arouse the general's disgust, he must hide his dirty thoughts.

Well. With these dark and careful thoughts in his mind, he was walking on thin ice more than before.

“Okay, the water temperature is almost there. "Rong Wan looked at the protagonist and felt that he seemed to be a cub who had returned to the lair and was careful no matter what he did.

He still tried to tilt his head to prevent the drops of water from the end of his hair from dripping onto the floor. He couldn't help being funny and bitter.

So he casually pulled his bath towel off the wall tiles, walked to the protagonist, wrapped his head, and wiped him.

Jin Zhao suddenly stopped breathing. His vision was blocked by a large bath towel, and he could only see the fifth button on the general's pajamas near his lower abdomen-the general was addicted to even the buttons on his clothes.

The overwhelming air was all the breath of the general. He didn't dare to breathe, for fear that his breathing would be too heavy to expose something, but he couldn't help but want to inhale the smell of the general into his nose and throat.

He felt that he was really sick. He should have come by himself, how could he let this person do this for him?

But he couldn't help but pray that this person would continue to be so gentle, and he covet these tenderness.