Zero, there is a big pool of blood on my bed!
The facially paralyzed man, who was called Zero, glanced at the blood on the white sheets, and decisively stuffed a pack of sanitary napkins into the mistress in front of him. At the same time, he pushed the mistress who looked aggrieved at the baby into the bathroom, and then changed the sheets, washed the quilt cover, and made breakfast. The paralyzed man finished all this but hadn't seen the mistress yet.
The man with facial paralysis walked to the bathroom and opened the door. Sure enough, his master was curled up in the bathtub, sleeping with an unopened sanitary napkin! On! Got it! The man with facial paralysis rolled his eyes resignedly, then helped his master change his underwear, wash his pajamas, put on sanitary napkins, and finally had to carry his master to the dining table.
This is his daily life, he is a killer, okay! ! Respect the profession of killer! Looking at the master in front of him, Zero's complaint saves a billion words here! ! !