I wake up every day and see the leader wearing makeup

The scholar sat in the courtyard worrying.There was a pile of unsplit firewood in front of him, and there was an ax in his hand. He was worried about whether he should use this ax to split the firewood.

He regretted it a little, and felt that the role was not set well.The original setting was a gentle and timid scholar like a mouse. He felt that this character was very different from the indifferent and mysterious leader and the romantic and lustful hero. It challenged his acting ability, but this scholar It is indeed the most difficult to play.

Can a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken chop wood?Can you carry water?What do you eat if you don't chop firewood or carry water?

The leader is a little melancholy. As a martial artist, he feels that there are many things about a scholar like a scholar that he can't understand.

At this time, I heard Lu Yajiang coughing and bossing around in the room: "Bring me some more hot water!"

"Okay, young master, wait a moment." After the scholar shouted, he thought to himself, it is better to make a slight change to the original setting, and change it to "a stronger scholar", so he picked up the ax and swiped twice, and finished a clean cut. He piled firewood, and Pidianpidian held the firewood and went to boil hot water.

Not long after the hot water was ready, the scholar entered the room with the basin in his hands, and put it down beside Lu Yajiang's bed, looked at Lu Yajiang, then quickly looked away, lowered his head and whispered: "My name is Yang Renhe, What's your name, son?"

Since Lu Yajiang was speechless, it took him a long time to say: "My... name is Han... Han Cheng."

Yang Renhe looked up at him in surprise, only to see that he lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, Lu Yajiang raised his eyes and frowned slightly: "What are you still standing here for?"

Yang Renhe said in a daze, "Where do you want to wash? You are injured, let me wash it for you."

Lu Yajiang shook his head and said in a daze, "Go out."

Yang Renhe was stunned again, but did not move. Lu Yajiang glanced at him with a cold look. He flinched and had no choice but to back away. He said in a low voice, "I told you this is my home..." He went out and closed the door. Leaving a gap, deliberately stepped on the sound of footsteps and left, then held his breath and sneaked back, lying on the crack of the door with his buttocks pouted to watch.

Lu Yajiang took off his coat and trousers slowly, holding his chest for a while because of the pain from the wound, and panting for a while, then he squatted down with his bare buttocks, picked up the towel in the basin, soaked in hot water and began to scrub himself vigorously ass.When he thought of the peddler's disgusting hands rubbing it, his buttocks trembled in pain, and he began to scrub harder.

Lu Yajiang washed for a long time, and he didn't stand up until the water was cold. Yang Renhe peeped through the crack of the door that his originally white and tender butt had been rubbed into a bright red peach by himself, and he covered his mouth and nose and sniggered.