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

Ch 14

He Zheng sat hummingly for a while, then burped, the tears stopped flowing, and the song stopped humming.

Looks like he's going to sleep.

Fang Tianzhuo reached out and grabbed his feet to flatten him, and then held his shoulders to make him lie back, He Zheng suddenly grabbed his collar, "You, do you think I'm particularly easy to bully? Well? ?"

Fang Tianzhuo: "?"

"Do you think you are great?"

Fang Tianzhuo stared at him, reached out and grabbed his wrist, and said gloomily: "Pay attention to your words, drink and splash in front of me, believe it or not Did you?"

He Zheng stared at him blankly, even if he was drunk, he subconsciously saw the horror from this face, and the drunken madness was over before it even started. He shrank back in a conditioned reflex, grabbed and grabbed with a look of fear, grabbed the quilt on the side, as if Fang Tianzhuo couldn't see it, and quietly pulled towards him, covering his knees and chest a little bit. Chin, mouth, until the quilt covered his head, he slowly lay down again, moving cautiously, as if afraid of shocking Fang Tianzhuo.

Fang Tianzhuo frowned, reached out and pulled his quilt off: "Are you awake?"

He Zheng looked at him and said nothing.

Fang Tianzhuo looked at his timid appearance, his eyes darkened. He Zheng is really good-looking. Just looking at his appearance, he can't pick out any faults in his whole body. The faint smell of wine mixed with the faint fragrance on his body makes people want to move.

He grabbed He Zheng's hand, leaned over and kissed his lips, He Zheng was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly kicked over, got out of the quilt and ran out, his snow-white feet on the ground, he was full of fear, but just now After running two steps, a piece of clothing was suddenly wrapped around his waist, a pulling force came, and he was dragged to Fang Tianzhuo again.

He Zheng's mind was empty, Fang Tianzhuo said gloomily: "What are you running for?" "I am ashamed by your side."

"Huh?" He hugged tightly and whispered, "You can't run." 　　
"Well, I won't run."

He Zheng said, "I want to sleep." 　　

"Come with me."He Zheng nodded,

"Well, I like His Majesty the most, I like to sleep with Your Majesty the most."

When he was drunk, his panic became clearer and fluent, Fang Tianzhuo frowned, He Zheng met his eyes, his brain that couldn't think didn't understand why he was angry, his body had already reacted first, and he kissed Fang. Burning lips.

Fang Tianzhuo pressed him down and deepened the kiss.

It really started to rain in the evening, followed by thunder, lightning and thunder, wind and rain, and there was a hula-la sound outside.

Afraid of noise, He Zheng covered his ears and unconsciously drilled into Fang Tianzhuo's arms, as if to make a hole in his chest and stuff his head in.

Fang Tianzhuo pulled the quilt up to cover his head, and stroked the tip of his nose with his big hands, which fell on his pink lips, thin, as if rubbing against a handicraft.

He Zheng...

He narrowed his eyes. If He Ye dared to send up a darling who was not his own son under the guise of being loyal to the king, it would be a death penalty.

He rolled over and got out of bed.

He Zheng was woken up by the cold. The temperature on the mountain dropped to the same temperature as winter in the middle of the night. He opened his eyes tremblingly. The tent was dark and the sky was still dark.