The domestic guard is a little sweet

An Twelve saw that the master's expression softened, and secretly remembered that the master didn't like to get hurt, so he turned around and lay down obediently.

The cold ointment was applied to the injured part of the back, which relieved the burning pain. I thought it was over, but just as I wanted to thank you, I didn’t want the warm fingers to run down the back. The cold ointment was applied to an indescribable place, An Twelve's thin waist trembled uncontrollably, and his breathing became a bit disordered.

Zhao Jin deliberately slowed down the process of applying the medicine, and the ointment was carefully applied to the affected area. He felt the muscles of the other party tense, and a smile could not help but appear on the corners of his lips.

"In the future, you don't need to be a hidden guard, and protect me by your side. Just remember, you are my person. Whether you live or die, you should depend on me. From now on, you should take good care of your body, otherwise I will Severe punishment."

"Yes."

Dark Twelve's resolute cheeks were slightly flushed, and his voice was also resolute as usual, with some tension.

After applying the ointment, Zhao Jin also let out a sigh of relief.

Although it was he who was teasing people, he didn't feel well, he focused on his discomfort and slumped his legs, ignoring it.

The two of them stood close, and An Twelve naturally felt the change in Zhao Jin beside him, and his voice trembled a little: "This subordinate serves the master."

Zhao Jin looked at Dark Twelve with burning eyes, took a deep breath to calm down his enthusiasm, and slowly shook his head.

An Twelve lowered his eyes. After all, it was his own injury that made the master unable to enjoy himself to the fullest, and even suffered from anxiety.

After hesitating for a while, Dark Twelve's dark eyes glanced at Zhao Jin, lifted the brocade quilt, and leaned down.

The white brocade belt of the obscene trousers was pulled away, Zhao Jin stared wide-eyed, and the scorching breath approached him, and then he regained his composure, stretched out his right hand dumbfounded, and held the man's chin.

"Don't do that."

Zhao Jin has no deep-rooted class concept in his heart. This person is loyal and obedient, like a big dog who opens his soft belly to his master at any time, but does he really know feelings?

The absurd and chaotic start of the two people, is it too much to wrong the other party by taking away their status like this?

He is not in a hurry and has a lot of time. ,

Zhao Jin's jade-cold fingers rubbed against the man's soft lips, um, a little dry.

Is it thirsty?

Zhao Jin got up and took a cup of tea, stuffed it in the hands of An Shier who was a little dazed, and ordered softly.

"drink and rest"

Dark Twelve and a little red, with a worried face, obediently took the tea and was drunk by the shareholder, then lay down obediently and closed his eyes.

Sure enough, it still doesn't work?

After undergoing blood and fire training since childhood, the man's body is hard and his skin is rough, which is really rough for his master.

An Twelve was thinking wildly, feeling uneasy.

Suddenly he smelled the familiar ambergris, approaching, and the brocade quilt covered him.

And the master let out a little breath, and lay down beside him.

An Twelve subconsciously slowed down his breathing, and his whole body tensed up, lest his excessive heartbeat would bypass the rest of the person next to him.

At this moment, he was conflicted and tense, he wanted to get up and kneel beside the couch, but also wanted to quietly accompany his master so that he could sleep peacefully.

After thinking wildly for a while, the people around him murmured something in a low voice, put their arms around his waist, and breathed calmly.

Only then did An Twelve slowly open his eyes, and turned to look at Zhao Jin beside him.

Zhao Jin's beautiful phoenix eyes were tightly closed, and his light-colored lips were slightly opened, like a sleeping child, with a calm and innocent face.