After exposing myself, I was approached by my best friend

"What are you doing here?"

Wujo Wu asked in a cold voice, the Patriarch Wutiao glanced at him, and frowned when he saw that his face was red, but he didn't say anything, and walked to the edge of the cushion. There were bloodstains all over her body, not to mention the blackened bloodstains from her waist to the white skirt.

Patriarch Wutiao's complexion suddenly darkened, he got up and went outside, giving orders, and the servants who were waiting outside seemed to have a backbone, brought hot water and brand new clothes in an orderly manner, and waited aside.

Zhongbang came with a girl with a quiet and gentle temperament, asked for instructions at the door, and walked into the room with the girl behind him after receiving the answer.

"My lord, my lord."

The girl stepped forward and saluted softly, and Patriarch Wutiao nodded, "Ami, thank you for your hard work, come and help him check his body."

"Yes." Gotjo Ami answered, stood up, and walked to the edge of the cushion.

The face of the young man on the cushion is as white as paper, but even if his body is filthy, it can't cover up his rosy color. On the contrary, because of his filthy body, like a beautiful jade falling into the soil, it makes people feel more pity and heartbreak.

Gotjo Ami's eyes were a little amazed, feeling that the eyes of several pressured eyes in the room were focused on her body, she stabilized her mind, knelt on the side of the cushion, stretched out her hands, and placed them on the young man's wound, the light blue A blue halo emerged from the girl's hand, gradually increasing in size.

Patriarch Gojo stayed quietly, and the doctor who was forcibly brought by Gojo Satoru went back to the dormitory under the escort of his servants.Looking at his father who came uninvited, and at the people in the room who were completely controlled by the other party, Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue, leaned against the wall with his chest full of displeasure, his eyes fell on the girl who was being treated, and his eyes flashed chill.

Old man, what on earth is he trying to do? Why didn't he see the old man so nervous when he was injured? Even this woman was called here.

whispering sound.

After a while, the halo dissipated, Gojo Ami took the handkerchief from the hand of the maid and wiped the thin sweat from her forehead, leaned her body sideways, and bowed to the two highest ranking people in the room.

"My lord, my lord, Yami has already checked."

"This lord's wound has completely healed. What kind of healing artifact should be used? There is no harm in the healed wound. It's just that this lord has lost too much blood. But you still need to rest, use more blood-enriching things in your diet, and adjust for a period of time before your body can slowly recover."

"Well, you've worked hard." Patriarch Wutao nodded slightly, and then asked in a deep voice, "When will he wake up?"

Hearing this, Gojo Ami shook her head, "I'm not sure yet, but I should wake up within two days, but my body will be very weak and I need to pay more attention."

After she finished speaking, she opened her mouth, hesitated to speak, and glanced at the young master standing in the corner, wondering if she should tell what she knew now.

It seems that the person who was suddenly brought back to the mansion should be the young master's friend, what he said now...

She bit her lower lip, with some hesitation in her eyes.Patriarch Wutiao saw it, and understood that she was hiding some unspoken news, some not suitable for Wu to know, not very good news.

Patriarch Wutiao's eyes narrowed, and he spoke in a cold voice. "Yamei, you have worked hard, I will ask Zhongbang to take you back to rest."

Gojo Ami was startled, and found that the patriarch's expression suddenly became a little worried, and she didn't quite understand, but since the patriarch had given the order... She pursed her lower lip, and looked at Gojo Satoru in the corner without a trace, seeing The other party's gaze did not focus on her at all, and he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, so he had to lower his head and slowly exit the room.

Zhongbang waited outside, and when the people came out, he led them away. Before leaving, Yamei looked back, but she never got the slightest attention. Her eyes were dim, and she withdrew her eyes and followed Zhongbang silently.

Wujo Ami, who was caught in her own thoughts, didn't realize that the surrounding scene was completely different from when she came, but another wooden corridor heading towards the main house.

……

In the room, the maids and servants who had been waiting for a long time began to work. Seeing the young man being manipulated like a puppet, Gojo Satoru frowned, and said in a cold tone, "Get out."

The powerful aura made the servants in the room dare not move for a moment, they prostrated themselves on the ground in panic, and quietly raised their heads to look at the Patriarch beside him.

The Patriarch of Gojo didn't pay attention to them, but looked at Gojo Satoru, and they looked at each other.

Neither of the two spoke, and a suffocating tense atmosphere began to fill the air. The kneeling servants began to tremble. After a long while, Patriarch Wutiao took the first step to look back, "Since you choose to bring people If you are by your side, you should use your skills to protect it."

"What happened today, I hope it won't happen again in the future."

"Wu, don't let me down."

After finishing speaking, Patriarch Wutiao strode out of the room. The servants who were prostrate on the ground looked at each other, glanced at each other, and then secretly glanced at the young master who was not in a good mood. Go to the five patriarchs.

The room was quiet again, Gojo Satoru stood against the wall for a while, scratching his hair with his hands, muttering irritably on his face. "I want you to talk too much."

Too lazy to think about why the stinky old man's attitude towards Qing is so weird, and his brain eroded by alcohol is not as clear as usual, Gojo Satoru yawned, walked to the side of the cushion, looked at the hot water and changing clothes beside him and suddenly stopped , slowly squatting down, staring at those things, with a serious expression, but his eyes were a little wandering.

...I was too angry and kicked people out...What should I do with the rest?

"Young...young master..." Just when he had no idea what to do, a trembling voice came from outside the house. Gojo Satoru thought for a while, got up, and walked to the door.

The servant knelt there, he didn't dare to raise his head when he heard the footsteps, but when he saw the white socks appearing in his line of sight, he lowered his head again. "The bath is ready. The master of the house ordered it before he left. He said he would take the master to clean it up."

Hearing this, Wujo Wu looked back at the water basin on the ground, feeling speechless for a while.

The smelly old man is deliberately torturing people, isn't he?

He returned to the room, squatted down, picked up the young man on the cushion, just got up, then stopped suddenly, squatted down, put him on the quilt, wrapped him up, and picked him up again. When he walked out of the room, he used He lightly kicked the servant who was kneeling on the ground. "Go in and bring a change of clothes."

"Yes!"

The location of the bath was not far away, Gojo Satoru walked forward with the man in his arms, and the servant hurriedly followed behind.

After entering the room, Gojo Satoru asked people to put the clothes aside, and then drove them out again. The servant stood outside the closed door with a hesitant expression on his face.

The head of the family told him to serve that lord well, young master! !

……

The room was hot and smoggy, and the air seemed a little humid. Gojo Satoru placed him on the soft couch beside the bath, his black hair fell on the white mattress, and the combination of black and white was eye-catching.

Under the dim light, the unconscious young man was lying on the quilt, the hazy mist moistened the crow-like eyelashes, and the moles on the eyelids seemed to be even redder, like small flowers blooming in the mist, for the beautiful The facial features are even more coquettish.

Wujo Wujo looked at it, his fingertips stretched out to the hem of his clothes, and he stopped suddenly. He glanced at the sleeping young man, and muttered to himself, I didn't do anything bad. Who made you run around and make yourself dirty? I can't sleep without cleaning it for a while.

As if convincing himself, with confidence in his heart, the tip of his silver hair also curled up. Gojo Satoru glanced at the person on the cushion again, his eyes wandered for a while, and then he let out a foul breath, gently unbuttoned his coat, and dawdled After a while, under the effect of the mist, the inner singlet was already a little wet, and it was clinging to the body, showing a translucent state, revealing the underlying texture without a doubt.

The young man's skin is fair and slightly flesh-colored. He usually looks weak, but his body has a layer of surprisingly thin muscles. The abdominal muscle line is outlined by the wet single clothes. His waist is slender and his legs are long. His straight legs are impressive. The bulge on the ankle is too delicate, even the feet are not ugly, like a doll carefully crafted by a craftsman, every part is just right and perfect.

Gojo Satoru suddenly stopped, raised his head, and looked at the other party. The young man was still lying on the soft couch unconsciously, appearing hazy and illusory in the thicker fog. Light.

Like a plump fruit that is about to drop, it attracts people to pick it up and taste it.

Realizing what he was thinking, Gojo Satoru's face became more and more red, and the hand on the skirt of the unlined garment did not move for a long time, and finally stopped directly, picked up the young man who was still wearing the unlined garment, and slowly stepped into the bathtub through the screen .

His long black hair was spread on the water like ink, Wujo Wu hugged the young man on his lap, calmed down for a moment, and began to help clean up without distraction.

It was the first time to serve someone, the young master’s hands were not heavy, and under the almost transparent cloth soaked by the pool water, red marks appeared on the body like white jade, and the solidified blood was dissolved by the hot water. Red soon spread across the water.

The eyelashes that were wet with water trembled slightly, but the young master who was so focused did not notice that the unconscious young man in his arms slowly opened his eyes.

As if he hadn't held it firmly, the young man in his arms suddenly leaned forward. Gojo Satoru hurriedly reached out to catch it, but the next second, he was hit by the sudden exploding water curtain, and then he was pressed against the pool by a force. On the side, the wrist was clasped, turned outward, and the neck was suddenly strangled.

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, the water curtain fell, splashing a large amount of water in the pool, the handsome young man stood in the water, his eyes were cold, full of awe-inspiring killing intent, like the sea monster in the legend of the Eastern Kingdom, with unparalleled beauty And violent like raging waves.

He was standing in the bath, clasping Gojo Satoru's wrist with one hand, and strangling his neck with the other, his wet/drenched black hair clung to his body together with the single clothes that were completely soaked and couldn't stop the spring from leaking out, and the water droplets flowed down The white neck slid down, flowed to the collarbone, passed through the neckline, and slowly sank into the chest.

Gojo Satoru, whose gaze was involuntarily attracted by the drop of water, was a little erratic. He stabilized his mind, retracted his gaze and raised his head, looking at the young man who had awakened in vain, blinked, and forced a cry out of his throat.

"……clear?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Wutiao Qing was startled, his eyes began to focus, and he was stunned for a moment when he saw the red-faced young master pinched by his neck, and he quickly let go of his hand and wanted to back away. Swept away, his feet were soft, and his body fell forward involuntarily.

There was another sound of water in the room, and the servants waiting at the door were almost crying.

The young master has never done anything to help people clean up. If he tortured people half to death, how would he explain to the Patriarch?

In the bathing pool, after the sound of water, there was silence. Gojo Satoru caught the weak young man, and the person in his arms lay on his shoulders. His cheeks, hidden in the wet hair, were flushed with blood. In a word Say it too.

What's the situation? ?

The palm on the waist is hotter than the surrounding pool water, with a sense of presence that cannot be ignored. The wet single clothes are clinging to the body, and the heat is constantly passing through the body below him, even the pulse and heartbeat are very fast. Clear and clear.

Why are he and the young master in the same pool! !

And this pose...

Wujo Qing suffocated, he quickly stood up supporting the young master's shoulders, and wanted to back away, but the palm on his waist stopped his movement, Gojo Satoru frowned, and spoke a little seriously. "Don't move around, what if you fall down again later?"

Wujoqing was forced to arch his waist, but because of the posture of kneeling on the young master's lap, it seemed as if his chest was deliberately puffed out, so he couldn't help but curl up his toes under the pool of shame.

The entire bath seemed to be adorned with a rosy color because of the awakening of the young man. The dim light and the misty environment made the atmosphere a bit more charming. Gojo Satoru didn't notice it, and his palms began to move, continuing his work.

"Hmm!" The itch from his waist made Wutiaoqing's eyes widen, he clenched the clothes under his hand, shyness flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth angrily and said, "What are you doing?!"

"Clean it up for you." Wutiao Wujo replied without raising his head, "Where did you go? You came back with an injury all over, how can you sleep if you don't clean it up? And who caused your injury?"

The young master kept asking questions one after another, his hands kept moving, and Wu Tiaoqing couldn't help but groaned out of the unexpected aggravated force, with a little trembling and... an ear-melting charm.

Gojo Satoru paused, and slowly raised his head. The face of the young man sitting on him was flushed, his lower lip was clenched tightly, his expression was a little annoyed, the corners of his eyes were red, and there was an inexplicable shyness on his face.

Seeing him look up, he glared even more shyly and angrily.

The surrounding heat made the whole bath look more hazy, like looking at flowers in a fog. The water droplets formed by the fog trembled with the eyelashes, moved slowly along the lines of the face like teardrops, and then fell.

Gudong.

Gojo Satoru, whose throat felt inexplicably dry, couldn't help swallowing, not only failed to quench the thirst in his throat, but was a little parched from the surrounding heat, thinking in a daze, the pool... Isn't it too hot?

The author has something to say: Qing:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

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Hmm... I thought about it, and realized that this is completely torture (covering your face). Think about it.

So I really didn't do anything (serious)

感谢在2021-05-2701:42:39~2021-05-2720:32:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 90 bottles of New Year's Banquet; 9 bottles of Ah Jing; 522678591 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!