Dark Guard x Prince [Sixteen, touch me]

By the time Fifteen's injuries were almost healed, it was late autumn.

Fifteen's injury is healed, and he must continue his own job, and Zhou Yixuan doesn't want her to be too harsh on himself, but he can't beat her, so he often lets her come into the house to accompany him when she is on duty.

No, Zhou Yixuan is summoning Fifteen, who is on standby at any time in the tree.

Fifteen didn't know how he should feel about this, but his heart was always moved a bit.

It's nice to be taken care of.

She stood beside Zhou Yixuan to accompany him to work, and she refused to share the seat with him no matter what.

"Round round."

Fifteen turned his ears to listen, but didn't answer.

"Ah..." Zhou Yixuan sighed, "You touch me."

"..." Fifteen looked at him in disbelief.

Zhou Yixuan's mouth twitched slightly, but he changed his words: "Cough, grind the ink, you grind the ink for me."

Fifteen glanced at him suspiciously, and finally began to study ink.

Researching ink is a skillful job, so Fifteen was eager to try it, but before she moved a few times, Zhou Yixuan suddenly took her hand: "It's better to forget your injury, don't grind it."

Fifteen didn't understand what Zhou Yixuan meant by going back and forth, but at this moment there was an almost inaudible sound! Fifteen's footsteps were stopped by Zhou Yixuan as soon as there was a slight movement, and he clenched Fifteen's hand: "My own."

own people?

Fifteen abides by his duty and does not ask any more questions.

It was night. On Tuesday, he knelt in front of Zhou Yixuan in black clothes that blended into the night, while Zhou Yixuan was writing and practicing calligraphy in a contented manner.

"Have you been here today?"

Zhou Yixuan didn't raise his head, his low voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, which made Tuesday's heart tremble. He buried his head even lower: "Yes, Guo Yuyan wants to win over Su Jing."

"Su won't respond." Zhou Yixuan asserted, but his hands kept moving and he was still practicing calligraphy.

"Master is wise."

Zhou Yixuan sneered in his heart and used this information as an excuse to watch the fifteenth. Tuesday was really good. But then again, I don't know if he saw his intimate actions with Fifteen...

After he finished writing the words, he raised his eyes to look at Tuesday, who had been kneeling for a long time, and said solemnly, "Go down."

Rao was on Tuesday, and every time he faced Zhou Yixuan, his back would break out in a cold sweat. Hearing this order, he relaxed his tense nerves.

"Subordinates retire."

Just as he was about to leave on Tuesday, Zhou Yixuan, who was behind him, said again: "Caning is easy?"

He heard his scalp go numb, and immediately turned around and knelt down: "Your Highness, forgive me!"

Zhou Yixuan slightly raised the corner of his mouth: "Tsk, just asking, let's go."

"……Yes."

Aftermath. Thought on Tuesday.

The next day, at the training ground.

Fifteen did not hold a sword for some time, but he was not unfamiliar, and when he was sparring with Thirteen, he still forced him to retreat.

After a game, Thirteen called to stop: "Okay, okay, you won. Fifteen, listen to my brother's advice, you are just a girl, and it's not better than that."

Fifteen rubbed the hilt of his sword and glanced at him coldly: "There are too many words."

"..." Thirteen wanted to cry but had no tears, why did Fifteen like to hate him just like the master?

On Tuesday, I stood off the court and watched a game. Seeing that they were in a truce, I turned on the court: "Let's play a game."

Fifteen raised his eyebrows in high spirits: "Just right."

But Thirteen felt that the atmosphere was not right, and went down first to avoid getting burned.

On Tuesday, he raised his sword without saying a word, the cold light reflected on his face, and the whole person seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

He was ruthless when he first shot, and after fifteen bent over to block it, he pressed step by step, until after a few moves, fifteen fell behind for a moment, the blade collided with the tip of the sword, and he let out a harsh sound—

The words in his mouth on Tuesday were very light, but Fifteen heard them.

He said, "Fifteen, don't forget your own identity."

For a long time, Tuesday has classified himself and Fifteen as the same kind. As dark guards, they are existences who live and die for the Lord and cannot see the light.

It's just wishful thinking to want to stand by the master's side.

Even if Fifteen did it at this time, there would be no results, so why bother?

Fifteen did not answer Tuesday, but continued his next contest with his subordinates.

This time, the strategy took a long time, and even if Shishi's shoulders were aching, she endured it.

There's nothing she can't do!

Until the sword was three inches away from her chest, Shi Shi raised her head and looked at Tuesday, sweaty hair sticking to her cheeks, she didn't realize it, and her tone was as cold as ever: "I haven't forgotten, this time is my extravagant request to come here. Yes, so I will cherish it, and," her eyes were icy, "you lost."