Winning deal

, Zuo Du recalled the sentence from the book he read a few days ago.

[The piano is in the palace, and the years are quiet. 〕

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[The piano is in the palace, and the years are quiet. 〕

However, at night, Zhuo Mu was still sick...

Bu Du put Liangbai on the bedside table, and put his other hand on Zhuomu's forehead, "Are you okay?" He took out the thermometer from Zhuomu's mouth and turned it around, "I have a low fever."

"I'm sorry to bother you all the time. Actually, I don't have anything important." Zhuo Mu was indeed a little uncomfortable, but Bu Du put him on the bed and covered him tightly, so it was a bit of a fuss.He was terrified and moved that a slave could be treated like this by his master.

"The patient should talk less. Take the medicine and sleep well."

"If I don't do anything..."

"I won't drive you out." Bu Du even coaxed Zhuo Mu word for word. "It's not like I don't have the ability to take care of myself when I wake up tomorrow after a full sleep."

"I……"

"Order."

"...Yes." Zhuo Mu looked at Bu Du affectionately, and added, "You are really gentle."

"Don't think too much, take a good rest." Bu Du felt the warm atmosphere at the moment, and joked with a smirk, "Do you want a good night kiss?"

Zhuomu was already a little burned, but she was even more shy after being teased by the master, and shrank back a little under the quilt.However, in the next second, a kiss on the forehead like water made Zhuo Mu choke...

Later, Budu packed up the medicine box, cups and towels, and slapped water on his face by the water table.The water splashed in the air, very refreshing.Drops of water dripped from the tip of his hair, and he didn't wipe it off. He rested his hands on the stage and leaned against the glass, his heart pounding, and he was very restless.Recalling the kiss he gave Zhuo Mu in the bedroom, his cheeks were slightly hot with tension.

He also couldn't tell why he kissed, but it was a very natural behavior.

Part of what I want to express is guilt for not taking good care of Zhuo Mu, and part of it is like...

The kind of affection for a newborn cub.

Part of what I want to express is guilt for not taking good care of Zhuo Mu, and part of it is like...

The kind of affection for a newborn cub.

Back in the bedroom, Budu looked towards the head of the bed, wondering what he was thinking.

Zhuo Mu deliberately moved his position before going to bed, occupying less than half of the bed.

Bu Du looked down, remained silent for a while, and finally walked over slowly, covering Zhuo Mu with the quilt, but he didn't expect the person on the bed to have opened his eyes silently.

"I haven't slept yet." Budu's indifferent voice was very low.

In fact, the antipyretics should have taken effect, but Zhuo Mu felt uneasy, "Aren't you... not sleeping on the bed?"

"I play the floor."

"I..." Zhuo Mu stood up nervously, but was pushed down by Bu Du again. "Go to sleep, I'll just sleep on the floor."

"There is no way to let a patient sleep on the floor."

"You are the master."

"..." Budu knew that if he didn't lie down, Zhuomu would have to spend the night with him, so he sighed and said, "Got it, let's sleep together."

Sitting on the bed, Budu crossed his legs and glanced at the person on the edge of the bed, "Come here, you're about to fall."

Seeing that Zhuomu was stunned and did not move, Bu Du hugged Zhuomu to the middle, let go of his hand and patted his head.

"Sleep quickly."

In the early morning of the next day, Budu vaguely sensed the movements of the people beside him, turned over, and closed his eyes to stop Zhuo Mu.

"Sleep a little longer..." After finishing speaking, Budu, who hadn't woken up yet, consciously felt the temperature of Zhuo Mu's forehead with his palm.

In fact, Zhuo Mu was fine, but he was ordered by Bu Du to wait for half an hour before he could get up.

Until the moment when the door was locked with a "click", Zhuo Mu looked sideways at the electronic clock, thought for a while, and got up.

Although disobeying the order made him a little guilty, but lying on the master's bed alone without doing anything made him even more uncomfortable.

A slave should behave like a slave.

Zhuo Mu, who was cleaning the glass with a brush with the sound of water, thought so.

A slave should behave like a slave.

Zhuo Mu, who was cleaning the glass with a brush with the sound of water, thought so.

Shopping for vegetables, cleaning windows, mopping the floor, tidying up...

Zhuomu is very used to this kind of life, very fulfilling, and feels that time passes quickly.

When it was close to dusk, the housework was almost done, but it was still some time before Bu Du went home.At this time, Zhuomu would look for CDs in his drawer, but in fact there were not many of them, they were all CDs for teaching materials issued uniformly, and most of the contents were warning and discriminatory to the passive side.

Although he has seen it many times, the picture on the camera still makes him blush and even feel inferior.Even though the master was much more generous and gentle, and he was not very interested in him, Zhuo Mu would still review it from time to time.

The words from the stereo always hit his soul deeply, causing him to fall into endless thinking...

Looking at the clock on the wall, the master seemed to be a little later than usual today.Zhuo Mu lowered the stove fire to ease the rhythm of cooking a little.

By the time Budu entered the house with a tired face, it was almost dark.

"Dinner doesn't suit your appetite..." More than half of the delicacies on the table were left, which surprised Zhuo Mu.

"I can't eat." Budu spoke weakly, but he still remembered to ask Zhuo Mu to take his temperature.Zhuo Mu, who had fully recovered, felt that he couldn't laugh or cry, his master obviously didn't take care of himself.

"How about some soup? Your favorite borscht."

"No need." Budu sighed, pulled a pillow into his arms, sat on the sofa and leaned back, "I had four meetings at the company today, and I didn't have the energy to drink the soup."

Zhuomu originally wanted to persuade him a few more words, but found that Budu couldn't whet his appetite at all, so he had to give up.

"Then you rest for a while, and I'll make you a supper later when you're hungry."

After Budu responded casually, he put his hands on his forehead, turned his head and closed his eyes.

Zhuomu quietly looked at the half-awake Budu from the sidelines, thoughtfully...

Chapter 14

Zhuo Mu looked at the half-awake Bu Du, thoughtful...

Closing his eyes and resting his mind, Budu faintly heard the sound of water, didn't think much, coughed, and rubbed against the edge of the sofa.

Not long after, a gentle touch came from the ankle, and then both feet were carefully immersed in lukewarm water.

Budu opened his eyes, and Zhuo Mu was kneeling on the ground with his hands in the water, wiping them carefully with a wet towel.Lime floats on the transparent water, and there is a little steam in the air.Bu Du moved his posture silently to match Zhuo Mu, Zhuo Mu's unique way of taking care of him made him feel at ease.

At the same time, Zhuo Mu heartily raised his head and smiled at Bu Du, seeming a little shy, so he quickly lowered his head again.After a while, he spread the prepared dry towels on his legs, held Budu's feet on his knees, folded the towels on both sides and simply wiped them clean.Zhuomu's technique is slow but very rhythmic.The pressure through the towel was both irritating and fluffy, and there was no expected pain at all.

A strand of hair slipped from the side of the Zhuo fungus, and Budu moved his eyes accordingly.Zhuo Mu's forehead was dripping with sweat, but his hands were busy serving his master.In fact, the indoor temperature is not high, and I think I am a little timid and nervous when I think about it, or I am working very hard.

With a little force on his abdomen, Bu Du bent over to wipe away Zhuo Mu's sweat.Budu's behavior still made Zhuomu feel a little stiff, but he had learned to accept the master's kindness gladly.

"Thank you." Zhuo Mu knelt down, so he nodded his head slightly to Budu to express his thanks.

"I'm right to thank you."

"I can't bear it, you are too kind."

Zhuomu's slightly humble tone and posture at the moment made Budu recall the work that drove him crazy today.

"Zhuomu..."

"Yes."

"Will you run away..."

"Will you run away..."

Hearing this, Zhuo Mu paused in panic, but quickly adjusted to the other side of being calm.He put his hands behind his back, and his upper body bent a lot in front of him, like a gesture of pleading guilty, but Zhuo Mu looked humble and elegant when he put it on.

"Slaves don't dare, why do you suddenly ask such a question." Zhuo Mu deliberately changed his name, hoping to highlight the difference in status between the two and demonstrate his loyalty.

"Ah, I don't doubt you." Bu Du just thought of something and asked casually.But after seeing Zhuomu's reaction, Bu Du couldn't control his fatigue, and explained a little helplessly: "I'm that... This happened to me in the company. One of my clients' slaves took money and ran away .”

"Is this what bothered you at work today?"

"Yeah. It's fine to raise slaves as lovers. They opened an account and sent them here and there. The man ran away, and the master couldn't even find an identity card. Instead, he asked us for a solution. In my opinion Slaves should be locked up..." Budu suddenly realized what he was talking about, and stopped abruptly.

In fact, he was not to blame, as soon as Budu mentioned this matter, he became angry and held it in his heart for a whole day, and when he found an outlet, he complained to Zhuomu without hesitation, but he accidentally slipped his words.

"...If you are worried about the slave escaping, you can tie it up with an iron chain." Zhuo Mu is a very sensible person. If the master would say this, it means that the master still has such concerns in his subconscious.

"That's not what I meant...I...uh..." Bu Du was momentarily at a loss for words, not knowing how to get the words back.

The originally warm atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Dang Budu silently condemned in his heart