Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

-----------------

"All I know is that if you keep talking, your temples will melt from the muzzle."

In an instant, he had a quiet prisoner.

Because he didn't know when this person's speaking range was, Xie Zhuo didn't say a word until it was time to sleep.

However, he did something even more extreme than talking.

On the bed, the lifeless star thief was pulling his quilt, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

His eyelashes were cleverly placed on his eyelids, and there was no daytime sloppiness between his brows, which made him look a little cute.

However, this is all an illusion.

Because a really well-behaved person will not lie in someone else's bed without the owner's consent.

Qin Ding loosened his neckline, and it was almost snowing on his already indifferent face.

Making a deal with this guy, he thought, was probably the worst bad decision he'd ever made in his current thirty years of life.

He should have sent him back to the prison as soon as he saw him, and then let him squat in there for the rest of his life. Even if he handed over the tinder, his sentence would not be reduced in the slightest.

The person on the bed couldn't feel his anger at the moment, and even turned over arrogantly, leaving his fragile back to the furious Marshal.

The marshal took off his coat and slowly rolled up the cuffs of his shirt.

After the cuffs were properly rolled up, there was a sudden wind of fists coming from behind Xie Zhuo.

Almost subconsciously, he rolled over from the bed with vigilance in his eyes.

But when the vigilant eyes touched the marshal, they instantly turned into a sly smile.

"Marshal, disturbing people's dreams in the middle of the night is not a commendable behavior." He sat on the bed again, looking at the Marshal beside him with some annoyance.

"Your behavior should not be praised." The marshal pointed to the sofa and said coldly, "Go to sleep there."

In special times, he doesn't mind sacrificing the quality of life.

But now, he doesn't have to force himself to sleep in a bed with someone he doesn't know well.

"I don't." Xie Zhuo rejected him bluntly, and even began to sell miserably: "You don't know how disgusting that sofa is, and there is almost nowhere to put my long legs."

Xie Zhuo was only wearing a pair of underwear at the moment, exposing his two thighs in front of Qin Ding like an exhibitionist.

"Look at these two legs, do you have the heart to wrong them?"

"Be patient." Xie Zhuo knew that the ruthless marshal would not give other answers.

He rolled his eyes impolitely: "But I couldn't bear it, so your bed was requisitioned by me."

"If you want, you can sleep on the sofa." The evil guest took over the magpie's nest mercilessly at this moment, even intending to drive the owner off the bed.

"Of course, you have a better choice than sleeping on the sofa." He patted the empty space beside him: "Just sleep next to me."

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you while I'm in danger." He blinked at Qin Ding, as if you knew me.

Qin Ding looked at him coldly, and the corners of his lips suddenly curved into a cold arc when Xie Zhuo became more and more proud.

"Very good." He bent down like a hunting falcon, "Let me test now, whether you are qualified to sleep on the bed."

He didn't mind maiming this guy and throwing him on the couch to live out the rest of the day.

While speaking, his long legs swung heavily towards Xie Zhuo's head.

Judging from that strength, Xie Zhuo has no doubt that he will be kicked out of his mind.