Zhou Chi couldn't help but laugh when he saw his appearance. He poured him a cup of tea and brought it over while saying, "You haven't slept in the past two days, okay?"
"Remove that good word." Lu Zhicheng said with a flat mouth, a look of grievance and helplessness on his face.
Zhou Chi was surprised: "Why didn't you sleep?"
"There are too many mosquitoes, and the mosquitoes here in southern Xinjiang are so big that they are just like small dragonflies," Lu Zhicheng muttered, feeling even more aggrieved, "I was bitten by mosquitoes and couldn't sleep."
"You are really squeamish," Zhou Chi sneered, "There are mosquitoes in some places in southern Xinjiang all year round. If people in southern Xinjiang were as afraid of mosquitoes as you are, people in southern Xinjiang would probably not be able to survive long ago."
"It's true, look at it," Lu Zhicheng said, lifting up his shirt, pointing at his chest and back, complaining to Zhou Chi, "I've been attracting mosquitoes since I was a child, but in southern Xinjiang The mosquitoes here are completely different from the mosquitoes in the capital. They are at least twice as big, and their mouths are so long. The bites they bite out are big, painful, hard and painful. Look, I have at least dozens of bites. I feel like I need to replenish my blood."
Zhou Chi was really shocked. After being pampered in the palace for so many years, Lu Zhicheng's skin was white and smooth, which was rare among men. It was better than women's skin. However, he had beautiful muscles and was tall and tall, but he was also It didn't look awkward, but at this moment, Bai Jinjin's skin was covered with a dense layer of red bumps, one next to the other. They were really big and red, and it was simply horrible to look at.
"This is the first time I've seen someone attracting mosquitoes like this." Zhou Chi looked at it blankly for a while, then nodded and commented. He stood up and took the bottle of ointment from the table and said, "I think it's better for you to use this ointment yourself. ”
"I've used it. I've applied it on my arms and face. It's almost healed. I just can't apply it on the back, but it suffocates me to death. You don't even know how itchy it is." Lu Zhicheng simply applied He took off his shirt and threw it aside. He lay down on the soft couch and said to Zhou Chi, "Please wipe my back."
Zhou Chi was startled, a little embarrassed: "How about I go and call your guards in?"
"What's wrong? Mr. Zhou dislikes me so much?" Lu Zhicheng gave Zhou Chi a sideways look.
"No... no, that's not what I meant," Zhou Chi shook his head in a hurry, then sat on the soft couch, opened the medicine jar, and said, "I'm afraid that I won't hurt you again if I don't apply it well. "
"It's okay, I'll hurt you too soon," Lu Zhicheng closed his eyes and hummed lazily, "I'll come over and help you apply the ointment later."
Zhou Chi poured some ointment on Lu Zhicheng's back. He looked at the black ointment and then at Lu Zhicheng's red and white back. He paused and finally put his hand on Lu Zhicheng. He gently rubbed the ointment on his back. As soon as he started, he heard a comfortable hum from Lu Zhicheng's mouth. Zhou Chi looked embarrassed and let go of his hand in a hurry. I heard Lu Zhicheng mutter dissatisfiedly: "Keep going, just like before, it feels so comfortable."
Zhou Chi had no choice but to put his hand on Lu Zhicheng's back again and rub it gently.
He felt the touch under his hands, and he knew that this was the back of a young man. This man was extremely handsome and hearty, and his smile was very charming. He had never been in such close contact with any man, not even Xie Lun.