Crossing the Gods as Slaves

Ning Hua opened the door with a clang, shouting, "Sorry, Your Highness, I forgot to take my communicator."

Lu Xiu was startled by Ning Hua's sudden appearance and quickly pulled the blanket over his legs. Turning his head, he saw a pink crystal-encrusted communicator on the bedside.

Lu Xiu's face turned cold and he scolded her: "You are so reckless. Knock on the door before coming in next time."

Ning Hua's expression suddenly became obedient: "Yes, Your Highness, Ning Hua is rude."

"Well, go out." Lu Xiu said lightly without looking at Ning Hua again.

Ning Hua lifted her skirt and saluted again: "Ning Hua takes her leave." After saying that, she picked up the communicator and went out.

After Ning Hua left, Lu Xiu sat on the bed for a long time, and looked around to see if she had left anything behind. After confirming that she would not return, he finally lay back on the pillow and breathed a sigh of relief. He touched his palms, which were a little wet due to his nervousness.

Pulling out a tissue from the bedside to wipe his hands, Lu Xiu wondered as he did so whether he would have that kind of dream again that night.

Facts have proved that his guess was correct. At night, Lu Xiu repeatedly dreamed that Ning Hua's hands were "massaging" him. Different from the massage before going to bed, he dreamed that Ning Hua's hands were not touching his back, but his chest and lower abdomen...

In the middle of the night, Lu Xiu sat on the bed, thinking about life in the dark room. He felt that it was probably because of his extreme disgust towards women in the past three hundred years that he had a retaliatory rebound now. He repeatedly thought about where Ning Hua showed her amazing charm, which made him have this dream repeatedly.

The result of thinking is, no.

He thought of her face. Yes, it was beautiful, but there were many women prettier than her. He thought of her figure, the round curve of her chest. Yes, it was attractive, but compared with the curvy figure of movie stars, it was still far behind. Lu Xiu was a little annoyed. What went wrong that caused him to lose control again and again?

He recalled the time when he crashed his combat vehicle into the receiving door frame of the space station. He was so depressed and distracted just because he saw the photo of her dancing with Dana. He also recalled that she called to ask about his injury after he was injured, but did not explain the intimate things with Dana. He actually fell into the mood of "broken love" and could not extricate himself until she appeared again. This mood slowly dissipated.

What's more, when Gene advised him to use his power to keep Ning Hua by his side, he did it despite his disdain, and issued a notice declaring that Ning Hua was his maid and everything she had belonged to him.

Of course, after doing this, he did feel very happy.

However, Lu Xiu did not think that his possessive feeling towards Ning Hua was the so-called "love". He thought that his illness was probably beginning to develop towards another extreme.

After realizing that this was another illness, Lu Xiu finally fell asleep peacefully.

Before going to sleep, he vaguely thought that once he had a full grasp of the symptoms of the illness, he would go find Master Desig for treatment.

In order to understand the condition as soon as possible, Lu Xiu called Ning Hua to help him change clothes early the next morning.

Ning Hua followed the supplementary regulations for maids and got up before six o'clock to wash and get herself ready to prevent any sudden orders from the commander.

At this moment, when he received the commander's order in his earphones to rush to his bedroom immediately, he was calm and unhurried. Ning Hua looked up and checked the time. The hour hand was just pointing at six o'clock.

Walking to the commander's bedroom, Ning Hua knocked on the door. After hearing the commander say "Come in", he opened the door and went in.

Lu Xiu was sitting on the bed, wearing the pajamas Ning Hua had given him last night. He heard Ning Hua open the door and come in. Without even looking up, he gave the order, "Come and change my clothes."

Ning Hua bowed to Lu Xiu first, then asked him, "Your Highness, what kind of clothes will you wear today? Military uniform?"

"Yes, give me the military uniform." Lu Xiu's expression was very cold, and his voice carried the same indifferent tone as usual.

Ning Hua walked to the closet and took out a dark military uniform, then opened another closet and took out a shirt. This time she did not ask Lu Xiu which shirt he wanted to wear because all the shirts in the closet were the same.

When Ning Hua walked back to Lu Xiu with the clothes in his hands, Lu Xiu had already stood up and stretched out his hands lazily. Ning Hua unbuttoned Lu Xiu's pajamas, slowly revealing his strong chest and tight waist and abdomen.

Ning Hua's ears felt a little hot, and he secretly glanced at Lu Xiu's face. At this moment, Lu Xiu's face was expressionless and he was looking straight ahead.

Ning Hua secretly told herself to stay calm. She was the commander's personal maid, and changing clothes was normal.