On the 101 Forms of Disciple Blackening

The whole room was quiet, with the breeze blowing in from the window, carrying a little dampness.Ding Zhiwei glanced unnaturally at the rain curtain installed in the window, not knowing when it started to fall.

The male protagonist stood in front of him with an unquestionable expression.

"Master never stops after the exhaustion of boats and cars. Disciples should fulfill their obligations as apprentices to relieve the fatigue of Master..."

Ding Zhiwei felt that there was nothing wrong with this, huh?He opened his mouth to say something, but saw Juemin approaching him step by step.

"Wait, then go change the bucket of water."

This sentence stopped Juemin from moving forward very well. Sure enough, Juemin stopped his body, brows calmly: "Okay."

Ding Zhiwei agreed and agreed, although there were not so many worries between the man and the man, but after all, it was the time when he got out of the cliff of true love, so he had to be embarrassed no matter what.

When the male protagonist finished fetching water, Ding Zhiwei was still hiding on the bed and turning his green ring finger. This is a storage ring that the male protagonist bought for him a while ago. He said that the big flowered jacket is not easy to carry, so he bought it from a special shop for spiritual products.

He was still hesitating whether to throw it away, the more he kept it, the more it would be an eyesore.

Juemin walked up to Ding Zhiwei and said calmly, "Master, this disciple has already changed the water."

The meaning is self-evident, Ding Zhiwei laughed awkwardly: "Okay, right now."

Grass, why does it feel like I am back in elementary school and being urged to take a shower.

Huge screens stand beside wooden barrels filled with water.

Ding Zhiwei held onto the wooden edge with one hand, and looked sideways: "You stand behind."

The male lead remained motionless, staring at him expressionlessly.

Master's majesty doesn't seem to be very effective anymore?

Ding Zhiwei was so angry that he choked on his saliva: "What's going on with you tonight?"

"It's just to help you take a bath, nothing else." The male protagonist said lightly.

Alas, that squishy look.

Ding Zhiwei picked up a wooden stick and threw it at the person standing by the screen: "Get out!"

"..." The hero turned his head away.

"You're having a convulsion today!" Ding Zhiwei kicked off his shoes.

The male protagonist tilted his shoulder to avoid it.

"Master, if you don't obey, the disciple will force you."

"You're quite courageous!" Ding Zhiwei made a gesture to run away, but at some point, the hero stood in front of him and held down his shoulder: "Master, it's useless."

"Why not?" Suddenly the male lead asked.

Ding Zhiwei looked up at the man who was a head taller than him, and immediately pushed his hand away: "Nonsense, why do you help others take a bath for no reason?"

"The disciple doesn't want to either." Finally, there was a gap in the male protagonist's unbreakable indifference, and a feeling of helplessness emerged from it: "Besides, you and I are both men. Haven't you helped the master take a bath many times before? Why this time? So resistant?"

"Can it be the same?" Ding Zhiwei's goosebumps fell all over the floor.

"Why not?"

The male protagonist hugged him while he was not paying attention, and threw him directly into the bucket. Not only was Ding Zhiwei drenched, but his clothes were very uncomfortable against the skin, and the male protagonist's crotch was also wet by a big splash.

"..." Juemin had no expression on his face, he didn't say anything, holding back his heart, the feeling of being wet was not good.

Ding Zhiwei supported the wooden edges on both sides and struggled to get up, but was pushed back from his head by a big hand.

"Jin Chi, you are presumptuous!"

"It doesn't matter, if you want to beat you, you can't beat me."

"That's not necessarily..." Although the hero has a golden finger, Luo Jichen's talent is not picked up on the road of cabbage.

As a result, Ding Zhi was so smelly that he forgot that there was still a seal, and he used brute force to hold the wrist holding his head and move it out, but he couldn't move it away.

"Master, struggling is futile."

"Shut up!" Does he. Mom still need you to say it?This nitpicking made him very upset: "You came here to find fault on purpose tonight, right? You hate me, don't you? You want to drown me here, right? Am I right?"

"Master, how can you think so?"

"Then you still want to..." What do you want me to think?Before he finished speaking, Ding Zhiwei was suffocated by the hero's words.

"If you have to think so, the disciple has nothing to say."

After all, the hero pushed the man back into the water: "Calm down."

Hold! ! ! ! ! ! !Ding Zhiwei choked a few sips in the water, his throat was burning and sore.

Feeling the disappearance of the resistance above his head, Ding Zhiwei finally had a chance to catch his breath, floated up to the surface of the water to pant and adjust, and the man had a panoramic view of the struggling look.

The male protagonist suddenly knelt down and approached Ding Zhiwei's chin with one hand, but his voice was unprecedentedly cold: "No matter what happened before, from now on, you have to listen to whatever I want you to do." Mine, do you understand?"

Ding Zhiwei stared blankly at those eyes, which were pitch black, as if there was no reflection of himself.Not even the warm colors of some candlelight can be reflected.

"But don't worry, one day you will get rid of me. You just need to know that everything I have done to you in the past, now and in the future is not my intention. Remember, put yourself in the right place and don't give I add troubles, as long as you cooperate with me well, if there is a chance, I will repay you."

Juemin's brows were gloomy. If he didn't want to finish the task as soon as possible and go back earlier without any mistakes, he would not use such a cold and ruthless method.I don't know why, but there is no response from the task board this time, neither warning nor stop.Putting it in the past is definitely a warning light, reminding him to maintain the image of the original character, otherwise the broken character will face obliteration.

Ding Zhi smiled back, the male lead in front of him was obviously distracted, so he seized the right time and grabbed the male lead's hand, and pulled it in his direction: "What are you talking about?"

The male protagonist was pulled into the tub by him, another big splash was made, and the two of them were in the same small space at this moment.The two pairs of long legs seemed to be intertwined and intertwined with no place to rest, and the ambiguous breath was instantly strong and tangy.

"You've been using me all this time?" Seeing the surprised expression on the male lead's face, Ding Zhiwei grabbed him by the collar.

"It doesn't make sense." Ding Zhiwei leaned forward and kissed the male protagonist's thin lips.

Ding Zhiwei wiped his mouth and smiled until he was quickly pushed away by the hero: "Why? Don't you want to? If you are so annoying, why don't you leave?"

"You are so persistent in helping me take a bath? You obviously don't want to? Why do you make me unhappy if you are unhappy? I have no objection if you want to kill me now, so why don't you do it, Jin Chi?"

Seeing that the male protagonist was silent, Ding Zhiwei smiled again: "Okay, you want to help me take a bath, right? Don't go, you are right here, help me wash." After saying that, Ding Zhiwei began to wash in the bucket Li took off his clothes.

The clothes soaked in water were very wet and heavy, and were stripped off one by one, and thrown on the floor outside the bucket one by one. It wasn't until Ding Zhiwei was completely naked that the male protagonist's expression changed slightly.

It was a long-buried aversion.