[BL] Scumbag's White Moonlight Stand-in Doesn't Want to do it Anymore

Chapter 58

In the courtyard, Clivia grows lush and green, and creeping tigers spread from the black carved railings and meander up the window sill on the second floor.

    Shen Zhuoli was sitting on the rattan chair in the glass room on the second floor, combing Xiao Jiu.

    Xiao Jiu's hair is longer than before, fluffy and soft, like a large natural blanket covering him, warm and comfortable.

    Being brushed by him, Xiao Jiufen squinted his eyes with enjoyment, snored comfortably, and the furry flesh pads on his knees kept treading milk.

    Shen Zhuoli tore off the tangled hair on the comb and threw it into the trash can on the side. He was about to comb the hair on the other side of Xiao Jiu when Xiao Jiu suddenly propped up his front paws. He seemed to hear something, his ears perked up, and then he Thorn slipped and jumped off Shen Zhuoli's knee.

    As soon as Zhai Siluo entered the study, Xiao Jiu had already rushed to his feet and rolled around beside his shoes, like a humanoid self-propelled mop.
.Zhai Siluo casually touched his hairy belly twice, then stood up and walked to the balcony, Xiao Jiu was very dissatisfied, and followed him meowing.

    "You came back from the gym so soon?" Shen Zhuoli felt that it was a little strange when Zhai Siluo came back when it was not dark.

    "My back was sore from practice. The coach asked me to come back early today to rest and not to exercise too much."

    As he spoke, he pulled his stiff and sore arm again, and twisted his neck, as if it was really uncomfortable.

    "Come here, I'll press it for you."

    Shen Zhuoli pulled him to his chair and sat down, and massaged his shoulders. Zhai Siluo closed his eyes with enjoyment, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

    Shen Zhuoli's technique is very old-fashioned, as if he had learned it from a Chinese master. After kneading a few times on his neck, Zhai Siluo's body aches were indeed relieved a lot.
."My legs are sore and my muscles are sore, can you help me?" Zhai Siluo put his long legs on the stool and acted like an uncle with peace of mind.

    "This guest, don't you want to tip?" Shen Zhuoli looked at him with a smile.

    "How much do you want? First declare, if it's too expensive, I'll find someone else."

    The smile in Shen Zhuoli's eyes deepened, "It's not expensive, you can afford it."

    After he finished speaking, he lowered his head to hold Zhai Siluo's face and kissed him on the lips.

    "Okay you, the routine is so deep!"

    Zhai Siluo closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

    Shen Zhuoli began to press the sore muscles on his legs, but Zhai Siluo had to endure it with all his might, so he didn't scream.

    After the massage was finally over, Zhai Siluo lay on the chair sweating profusely, as if he had taken a shower, his black hair was wet.

."Wang Ma is on leave today. What do you want to eat tonight, I'll cook it for you?"

    Shen Zhuoli took a wet tissue to help him wipe the sweat from his head, and his eyes were gentle.

    "I made it with you. Last time I learned a little cooking from Wang Ma's place." Zhai Siluo sat up, eager to try.

    "Are you sure the food you cook is edible?" Shen Zhuoli looked at him suspiciously. Since the last time he tasted the borscht soup made by Zhai Siluo, he no longer had any hope for the young man's cooking skills.