"No." Zuo Zhen said, "Several people came in the afternoon, but the assistant had experience and was quickly driven away."

"You're not injured, are you?"

"I'm injured." Zuo Zhen glanced at him, suddenly raised his hand, lifted up his shirt and raised his clothes, "Look?"

Lu Xiu and subconsciously looked at it, only seeing the well-proportioned abdominal muscles and the familiar scar, and saw nothing else: "Where?"

As soon as this word was spoken out, Zuo Zhen raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Only then did he realize that he had been fooled, and blushed and said in shock, "Fuck... you are too sexy, hurry up and put on your clothes."

Zuo Zhen burned to thirty-nine degrees. When Lu Xiuhe saw it, he refused to let him sit anymore, and pulled and mopped the floor to help the person into the bedroom.

He put the man on the bed, bent over Zuo Zhen, and prepared to get the bedding on the other side. Because of his movements, his clothes drooped, revealing a large gap.

Zuo Zhen burned and did not forget to put his hand in, pressing against Lu Xiuhe's lower abdomen.

Lu Xiuhe was startled by the scalp, quickly took two steps back, covered the hem of her clothes tightly, and said in horror: "Zuo Zhen, have you gotten a problem?"

Zuo Zhen lowered his hand, his cheeks turned red, because of a fever, and his eyes were shimmering: "Is it a problem if I like you?"

“…”

He didn't know how straightforward Zuo Zhen was, but he was extremely nervous every time he heard it.

"Don't say this, okay?" Lu Xiuhe begged for mercy in a tone, "I'll cover you with a quilt, don't fuck... touch me."

Zuo Zhen looked straight at him without saying a word.

Lu Xiuhe covered the hem of his clothes, bent down again, and pulled the bedding to Zuo Zhen.

He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when his collar was suddenly pulled. Lu Xiuhe was caught off guard and lost his center of gravity and turned down. Before he could react, his lips were kissed.

I'll fuck.

Fuck it?!

Lu Xiu and the others subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but Zuo Zhen reacted faster than him. They immediately walked around behind him with both hands, while holding his neck, pressing the back of his head, and pressing him firmly on himself with all their strength.

Lu Xiuhe was worried that his big man would not have any serious hands and feet, and he hurt the patient, so he did not dare to move around after a few flutters. Not long after, he completely lost his mouth and his mouth was occupied by Zuo Zhen.

Zuo Zhen's lips and tongue were hot, and there was still some bitter taste of medicine. He pestered Lu Xiuhe's tongue over and over again. When the enemy retreated, he just refused to let the other party hide.

Lu Xiuhe was so kissed that he was dizzy. It took him a lot of time before he was finally let go.

Zuo Zhen was gasping for breath, his eyes were dark, and he spoke in front of Lu Xiuhe: "Lu Xiuhe, if you don't like me, stay away from me."

"You can't refuse me and get close to me. Don't try to hang me."

Lu Xiu and Mingming were thinking about swearing, but seeing his forbearing and angry look, he suddenly forgot to clean up.

Alas, isn't it me that I was forced to kiss? Why did it say it from Zuo Zhen's mouth, but it seemed like he was wrong?

He opened his mouth for a long time before he said quietly: "I didn't want to hang you..."

"Then why did you call me?"

"Didn't I hear you were attacked by an illegitimate child..."

"Even if it's true, it has nothing to do with you."

Lu Xiu and choked, but couldn't respond.

After kissing passionately, Zuo Zhen's tone was very cold: "I pretended to be a shemale and lied to you. If you can't accept it, you can beat me up or stay away from me."

Lu Xiuhe thought Zuo Zhen’s statement was very reasonable and could not refute it.

He did think so at first.

But why did he fucking join Zuo Zhen’s fan club later?

It took him a long time to find a reason: "Aren't I... attracted to you?"

"And," he suddenly remembered something, "You have a fucking new boyfriend and you are messing with relatives. Are you too shit?"

Zuo Zhen frowned: "What new boyfriend?"

Lu Xiuhe said, "Just the one in the game, you are the one who has a double row with you."

"That's Xu Min. He lost his bet with others and was forced to change."

Xu Min is the youngest of PZ.

Zuo Zhen raised his eyebrows, "So that day, did you want to enter the room because... saw me playing games with him?"

Lu Xiuhe was stunned and waved his hand quickly: "No, I just clicked the wrong one before entering!"

"No, you are jealous." Zuo Zhen held the corner of his clothes, as if he had grabbed some life-saving straw. "Lu Xiuhe, you like me."

“…”

Zuo Zhen made a swallowing move, enduring the discomfort in his throat, and repeated in a hoarse voice, "You like me."

“…”

Lu Xiuhe sighed heavily, and he said, "I like you..."

Zuo Zhen's eyes lit up suddenly.

"You dance so well, you're so good at rap, you play well, and you're very hardworking." Lu Xiuhe read out a bunch of good things, "So... I admire you very much, you're the first star I've pursued."

Zuo Zhen's gaze became colder little by little, and the force on his hands also loosened a little.

Lu Xiu and scratched their heads and refused to look at him: "But that's my love for my idol. I... Zuo Zhen, I really don't like men. I never thought of being with men."

At the end of the day, Lucihe's voice was almost inaudible.

But Zuo Zhen heard it all clearly.

After a quiet moment in the bedroom, Lu Xiuhe stood there, feeling his spine numb and his heart was uncomfortable.

The person on the bed clearly had no expression on his face, but he always felt that he was about to cry.

Lucius: "I..."

The hem of the clothes suddenly loosened, and Zuo Zhen's expression returned to normal within a few seconds. Apart from the flushing caused by the temperature on his cheeks, there was almost no other way.

He put his hand back on the bedding, suddenly turned around, laying on Lucio and on his back, and said in a mute voice: "I get it."

Lu Xiuhe looked at his back and his throat was sore: "Zuo Zhen..."

"I have already drunk the porridge and taken medicine," Zuo Zhen said, "It's okay if you sleep for a while. Thank you for your concern."

"..." Lu Xiuhe was a little at a loss, "Zuo Zhen, can't we be friends? I have nothing good, I don't have money, and I'm not handsome. What do you do that must like me."

"You go back."

Lu Xiuhe really didn't know what to say, so he stood there for a long time before he squeezed out of his throat: "...Then you have a good rest."

The phone kept vibrating in his pocket. He didn't have to guess that it was news from the fan club. He subconsciously blurted out, "The fans are discussing it very well. Do you want to take a look..."

"Lu Xiu and." Zuo Zhen interrupted him.

"ah."

"Don't be my fan."

Lu Xiu and the moves of taking out their phones were paused.

"I don't need a fan of you." Zuo Zhen closed his eyes and his voice was very light, "Let me go and quit his fans."
Chapter completed!