Zheng Fan bent over and picked up his godson.
"Oh, you've gotten heavier."
"Hee hee hee..."
"Why are you wearing so many clothes?"
Lord Zheng took off one layer for him.
After playing together for a while, Lord Zheng went to the icehouse. Liang Cheng was there, holding a watering can, pouring blood over A Ming.
Lord Zheng leaned against the icehouse door, admiring the scene.
Liang Cheng put down the watering can and said, "Rest assured, my lord, A Ming's condition is already improving."
"No, I just think this scene is beautiful. It's a pity that the paint here doesn't easily melt; otherwise, I'd love to paint a picture."
"Paint a picture?"
"Yes, there's a word that I think perfectly describes this scene."
"My lord, what word?"
"Ice fetish."
Liang Cheng furrowed his brow, then smiled. Indeed, it was strikingly appropriate.
