The poor man and his rich man

Soaking in the hot spring is very comfortable, but Luobo Lake feels a bit strange.

Especially the alpha next to him was still telling him to rub his back.

"Use more energy, kid, are you afraid of rubbing your brother sorely? Why is such a small energy like a cat tickling?"

Hi, it's so annoying!

Luobohu had a tiger face, and he was wearing a scrub towel in his hand, giving him a desperate scrub.

"Hey, that's right, that's right!" Mi Hao praised him, "That's right, it's great."

Get your grandma's legs!

Luobohu was so angry with himself, his face was dark and he didn't want to talk to him.

It's just that Mi Hao didn't realize it, and ran to wash under the shower head by himself, and dragged him across Luobo Lake to rub the mud for the child.

"I don't want to, don't rub this, it hurts!"

The carrot was held so tightly that he couldn't move at all, he couldn't even run away, and he could only be ravaged in a mess.

Mi Hao was still emotional.

"Look at how dirty you are, your back is covered in mud, you don't have to rub it well."

"Don't, don't...it hurts to death! Let go!" Luobohu was like a big-haired big O who was forced by a bully, but he was weak and weak. Not only was he rubbed on the back, but he was even rubbed on the front.

The alpha in front of him was tough and handsome, with a majestic appearance.

But Luobo Lake has a stinky face.

"Come on, lift your legs."

"Oh."

There are no worldly desires at all.

It's a cold carrot.