If it were someone else, Wen would have slapped him in the face and shouted hard.
But the other party was Gu linchao, so she didn't think so.
Especially when she heard his apology, she opened her lips and almost blurted out that it didn't matter. Fortunately, she stopped in time.
In this case, he should have apologized, but it seems strange that they should be husband and wife.
Wen Zhenzhen bowed her head and pointed at her fingers. To be honest, she didn't hate Gu linchao kissing her. On the contrary, she felt a little comfortable when he kissed her.
Although his movements are rough, they are not rough.
Thinking, she couldn't help raising her eyes and looked at him quietly. She saw that he turned his head and looked at the rain outside. Jun's face turned red. She didn't know whether it was the relationship between the medicine or the fire.
She lowered her head and looked at the leaping flames in a daze.
For a time, the broken Temple fell into silence, and only the sound of firewood came occasionally.
At this time, a garment with heat suddenly fell on her shoulder.
Wen Zhenzhen was stunned. He turned his head and saw Gu linchao sitting back.
"Put it on, don't catch a cold." he said in a warm voice, his voice still with a restrained hoarseness.
Wen Zhuo gathered the robes on his shoulders and simply put them on.
But Gu linchao's robe was too big for her, so she picked up the belt she had fallen on the ground and tied it tightly around her waist.
Then he turned to look at him and said, "the single clothes on the Lord should be changed quickly. It's bad for your health to wear wet clothes all the time."
Gu linchao looked down at her messy clothes, hesitated, and then raised his hand to take it off.
Wen Zhenzhen's eyes paused on his thin but strong chest, with a trace of amazement in his heart.
Gu linchao is in good shape.
His skin is fair, but his texture is strong and clear, and there are hard muscles in his abdomen. He is indeed worthy of his military background!
She swallowed her saliva secretly. When he found it, she immediately stopped looking, took the clothes from him as if nothing had happened, wrung the water on the clothes with some force, then shook it again, dried it on the stick, and then held it close to the flame.
Gu Lin saw that she was only trying to bake clothes for herself, but she threw her own clothes aside.
He frowned, bent over and picked up her clothes one by one, followed her example, wrung the water dry, hung it on a stick, and leaned close to the flame to bake.
When Wen saw it, he couldn't help laughing.
Gu linchao asked weakly, "what are you laughing at?"
"My concubine is just thinking, we are all old in the future. When we think back to today, what mood should we feel? It will be ironic."
When Gu linchao heard the speech, he felt a little more gentle between his eyebrows.
He didn't expect that today they were so embarrassed that she didn't seem upset at all. Instead, she could laugh happily.
"What is the Lord thinking?" Wen Zhenzhen asked when he saw his silence.
"Nothing." Gu linchao said faintly.
Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Wen shrugged and didn't ask again.
She reached out and touched the clothes on the stick. She found that the front was almost dry, so she changed the clothes.
She held a stick in one hand and supported it on her knee in the other. Seeing the sweat rolling down Gu linchao's forehead, she couldn't help worrying again, "but is the Lord really all right? Your medicine..."
Gu linchao was mobilizing his internal power, pressing down the agitation in his body, smelling the speech, raised his eyes and glanced at her, "nothing."
Wen Zhuo frowned and said strangely, "but when did the Lord get the medicine?"