Become a villain and swing your sword at the scumbag!

Bishui Teahouse was closed, and most of the waiters had gone home. There were only a few people living in the teahouse, and they had all gone back to their rooms at this time.

This was the first time Lu Chengting walked into the tile-roofed house where Nan Siyan lived.

The little one is pitiful, with a single bed made of wooden boards, an old tea table piled with oil paints, hair, and jewelry, a chest for storing clothes, and a carved hanging with three or two costumes. Coat hanger.

Just two or three pieces of furniture filled the room so much that it was difficult to turn around.

Nan Siyan lit the kerosene lamp hanging on the wall, turned around and looked at the unsightly expression on Lu Chengting's face, put his hands on his hips and said:

"Third Master, do you think my room is dirty, old and too small to accommodate you?"

It's true that it's old and small, but it's actually very clean.

The bedding was washed white and smelled faintly of soap locust. Although there were many things on the table and it was a bit messy, there was almost no dust visible. The bluestone floor tiles were mopped as if they had been polished.

Lu Chengting took off his hat and coat, and sat beside Nan Siyan's bed: "I can pretend, but I'm afraid your bed board is not strong enough and you can't help but twist it."

Nan Siyan thought of Lu Chengting's large, bright and comfortable bedroom, and felt that he was a little selfish. Lu Chengting was probably not used to living in such a place.

He lowered his head and hesitated: "Otherwise, it's better not to live here."

"It's not that pretentious." Lu Chengting held his wrist, pulled him into his arms, clasped his waist and kissed him.

It wasn't until Nan Siyan's waist started to feel weak again and he leaned against Lu Chengting's arms and refused to move that Lu Chengting let him go and patted him: "I'm going to get some water."

It's been a busy day in the barracks, and I need to clean myself up at least.

Nan Siyan calmed down and held Lu Chengting down: "You don't know where to boil hot water. I'll go and you wait for me."

Lu Cheng listened and didn't argue with him. He watched him carry the bucket out of the room, stood up and went to his table to look at his colorful oil paints and shiny hair.

Nan Siyan fetched a full bucket of water from the well, went to the kitchen stove to put firewood on the stove, poured the water into a large copper pot with a faucet, and stood aside to wait.

The water for washing does not need to be too hot. Nan Siyan saw that it was almost ready, so he put the bucket under the faucet and turned on the faucet on the copper pot.

As soon as he finished collecting the water, a girl with her hair pulled up walked in. She was one of the two people who had previously gossiped that Nan Siyan was actually spotted by Commander Lu.

She looked at the hot water in Nan Si's inkstone bucket and exclaimed: "Miss Nan needs to take a bath again, such a big bucket of water."

The two girls are used to calling each other by the same name, but few people in this teahouse regard Nan Siyan as a real man.

Nan Siyan picked up the bucket and secretly said, "The Third Master is here. I'll boil some water for him. He's been working hard in the barracks. He needs a wash to relieve his fatigue."

The girl was stunned: "Master Lu? Are you staying in a teahouse tonight?"

Nan Siyan smiled: "I asked him to go back, but he refused. He said he was tired after a long day and was too lazy to bother."

When the girl heard Nan Siyan show off like this, she thought he was bragging. She looked at Nan Siyan and asked, "Then why didn't he just take you back to Mansion Lu?"

Nan Siyan said calmly: "I promised Boss Du to go on stage tomorrow, and I'm too lazy to bother. He will take me back when I get off stage tomorrow."

The girl was born in this market. She has heard countless gossips in Huating City. She has heard dozens of rumors about the military master falling in love with the actor. She has never heard of one who could actually be redeemed and taken over. Good times.

Most of them ended up miserable.

She sneered at Nan Siyan's words and just clicked her tongue, saying with a strange tone:

"Then I hope that Miss Nan can redeem herself as soon as possible and be carried into the Lu family to become a young mistress. When the time comes, she will be like no other. But don't forget us little people."

Nan Siyan said nothing more, just smiled and nodded, and returned to the room with the bucket.

After entering the room and closing the door, he didn't mention what happened just now to Lu Chengting. He only washed the wet towel and said to Lu Chengting: "Third Master, take off your clothes."

Lu Chengting took off his shirt and was bare-chested. Seeing Nan Siyan serving him like a wife, he felt even more adorable about him.

Nan Siyan found Lu Chengting his loosest undershirt: "Wear it for now. There is draft in this room at night. It's cold. Don't catch a cold."

Lu Chengting sat by the bed and changed clothes. Nan Siyan poured some water from the bucket into the basin, squatted on the ground, helped Lu Chengting take off his military boots, and washed his feet with his own hands.

"Don't be too hot, the hot spot is comfortable."

Lu Chengting looked down at him: "You don't have to wait on me."

Nan Siyan shook his head: "A wife is her husband's guide. Although I am not a woman, if I am with you, I will be yours and someone to serve."

He paused and then whispered: "I am happy to serve you."

Nan Siyan walked around Lu Chengting for a long time, pushing him to lie on the bed. Then he took off his clothes in front of Lu Chengting, stood in the bucket, and washed himself with the hot water that Lu Chengting wiped his body with. Washed.

Seeing that he was shivering from the cold, Lu Cheng got off the bed, wiped him clean with a towel, hugged him and tucked him into the quilt, half-opening his tight coat, and put on his shoes. I was going to pour water outside the door.

Nan Siyan huddled under the quilt, exposing the top of his furry head, and told Lu Cheng: "Third Master, actually I can come."

Lu Chengting looked at his hypocritical appearance and refused to expose him: "Just lie down."

He opened the door, walked into the yard, and poured water into the sink when he saw a figure peeping his head out, but ignored him and pretended not to see him.

Lu Chengting originally didn't care about those gossips.

But he knew Nan Siyan cared.

Anyone who has been looked down upon and ridiculed by others since he was a child must find it difficult to swallow the sigh in his heart.

Nan Siyan is not a great man with big plans and great ideals.

He is Tsunerin Hansuke who grew up in this market.

It’s hard to avoid vulgarity.

Nan Siyan wanted to feel proud and proud, and wanted to shut the mouths of these scornful people. Lu Cheng would definitely let him get his wish.

He finished pouring the water, returned to the room, put out the flickering kerosene lamp with a lampshade, climbed into bed, got into bed and held Nan Siyan in his arms.

Nan Siyan wrapped his warm legs around Lu Chengting and said with a smile, "I'll keep Third Master warm."

Lu Chengting put his hand on Nan Siyan's waist and asked him, "Does it still hurt?"

Nan Siyan shook his head: "It doesn't hurt. I'm in good condition. I just miss you so much."

Lu Cheng heard his Adam's apple move: "Do you have any cream?"

Nan Siyan hummed, took out a small tin box from under the pillow and stuffed it into Lu Chengting's hand: "Third Master, help me."

The small wooden bed was too old, and although the wooden board was still strong, it kept making noises.

I kept singing until late at night, and then I finally stopped.