The Man Who Married a Tyrant [Book Wearing][MTL]

Ch 72

This time, Fang Tianzhuo didn't lie to him. When He Zheng woke up the next day, he was immediately wrapped in a cloak. I couldn't see where Fang Tianzhuo was heading.

When he was released, He Zheng realized that he was sitting beside a large pool. This should be a small warm pavilion. At this moment, the doors and windows were closed, and the top of the beam was also specially reinforced, and the silk cloth that blocked the wind hung down from the top. On the ground, in addition to this, there was an extra circle of screens, which were stacked on top of each other, and it was really impossible for the cold air to get in at all.

Although the thermal facilities were made like this, Fang Tianzhuo was still worried that he would catch cold, so he cleaned him as quickly as possible, and immediately fished him out.

He turned around to get the cloak again, and before He Zheng could fasten his belt, he immediately raised his hand and wrapped him: "Come here."

He Zheng was pulled by him to the side of the heater and sat on the cushion, Fang Tianzhuo wiped his hair with a towel, He Zheng turned his back to him, the heat of the large heater was scorching his hair, Fang Tianzhuo seemed to want to hurry up Dry, slender fingers pierced through the hair from time to time, and the touch made his heart sweet.

"Your Majesty." He suddenly said, "Can't your inner strength help me dry my hair?"

"..." Fang Tianzhuo said, "You think too much."

"Huh." He Zheng wondered: "But when you were fighting with your brother that day, I saw that the branches around you were cut off by sword energy."

"You also know it's sword qi."

He Zheng pouted and smiled again, first raising the corners of his mouth, and then showing his teeth and even making a sound.

"What are you laughing at?"

He Zheng immediately restrained: "Who said I laughed."

"I heard it."

"I didn't laugh." He Zheng said solemnly, "I am happy."

"Why are you happy?"

He Zheng suddenly turned around and bumped into his arms, Fang Tianzhuo was caught off guard and leaned back slightly, subconsciously hooked his waist to make his body deflect to avoid hitting the heater, He Zheng raised his face, his eyes were crystal clear: "Are you? Do you especially like me?"

Fang Tianzhuo combed his half-dry hair with his fingers and asked, "What do you think about Zheng'er?"

"I think you like me very much, you can't do it! Don't you?"

Fang Tianzhuo covered his face to his chest, and continued to wipe his hair. He Zheng was unhappy until he heard him say, "Extremely true."

He Zheng suddenly felt like a cat that couldn't help but rubbed his still wet hair between his neck.

Fang Tianzhuo's neck that was rubbed against by him was itchy, and the itching spread all the way until it reached the bottom of his heart.

"Stop moving, and dry it as soon as possible."

"It's okay to take your time, it's warm here anyway."

He Zheng hugged his waist tightly. Not only was the person crooked, but his voice was crooked. The small nasal sound he deliberately brought made Fang Tianzhuo feel numb at the top of his heart.

After finally tidying him up, Fang Tianzhuo hugged him from head to tail again. When he was about to go out, he suddenly twisted his neck and came out all of a sudden. His bright eyes turned to Fang Tianzhuo's face that instantly sank, and then he went back to the door. Obediently shrink back.