Quick Wear: Boss, she won again by doing nothing

"Oh, I'm tired."

The deep, mellow voice had a hint of coquettishness, and Xing Rong couldn't help but be stunned.

Thinking back, he had pulled her up early this morning and helped her get dressed and put on makeup. Originally, Xing Rong thought that she had to get up so early that she didn't even want to put her hair up.

Unexpectedly, Tianjie helped her put on the clothes he had chosen and patiently helped her with her hair.

How does he know all this?

When he thought about how he had helped other people with their hair before, he felt unhappy for no reason.

Xing Rong subconsciously wanted to move away from him, but Tie Arms held him tightly.

Tian Jie felt that the person in his arms wanted to escape, so he tightened his arms, "What's wrong?"

Suddenly, the whole tent fell into silence, and he didn't rush to ask.

He looked down at the person in his arms and found that she was staring at his collar in a daze. After a long while, she said in a muffled voice, "You did a good job on my hair. You are quite skilled."

"Hehehe~忬, are you jealous?"

"What did you say? Why should I be jealous?"

"I learned this specially for the future, no... for the purpose of being able to style your hair for the rest of my life."

At that time, I had just returned to Hanqing Peak. When Zhang Gufan was there, I followed him to learn cooking. When he went to do things, he learned other things.

From now on, no matter what she does, he wants to do it himself.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Didn't you say you were tired? What are you saying? Are you going to let me sleep?" Xing Rong's face flushed and she buried her head in his arms so that he couldn't see it.

Soon, the sound of even breathing could be heard, and the man above her kissed her forehead.

"Sweet dreams."

……

Xing Rong was woken up by the noise.

The person next to me was not there, so I touched the seat next to me and it was still warm.

There were a lot of people making noise outside the tent, but they soon quieted down.

Xing Rong turned over in a daze, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and the person who was sleeping next to him walked in from outside.

"Did it wake you up?" It seemed like he should kill them all.

"It's about time to wake up. Are people from other sects here too?" The person on the bed spoke lazily, with a little nasal tone, and squinted his eyes to continue resting.

"Well, the troublemakers have been dealt with, and it's almost time to open the secret realm." Tian Jie walked slowly beside her, gently lifted her up and leaned her against him, then combed her slightly messy black hair.

She quickly fixed her beautiful bun and became completely sober.

"Let's go, get ready to go."

Outside the tent, people wearing various sect robes stood beside their respective camps, warily looking at Tian Jie who was following her.

There was silence all around.

No one dared to speak out.

Xing Rong turned his gaze to one place.

The man, dressed in a red robe and a pure black cloak, sat casually, alone in a huge armchair, holding a glass of wine in his hand, and a wine jug was placed beside the armchair.

It was freezing cold, but his shirt was half-open, not affected by the cold wind. Although he looked unrestrained, Xing Rong saw the coldness and indifference in his eyes.

"Witch? How can he be a demon cultivator?"

A wizard is someone who holds and protects the energy ball in every world.

As long as the tasker in each world completes the task, he must give the energy he received to the wizard. If the task fails, the energy will be taken back by the wizard.

After receiving Xing Rong's message, Tian Jie replied, "Yes, I asked him to come. He will be of use."

"Isn't the energy in this world unstable? Is he okay?"

"Well, he is trustworthy. But he is a playboy, so you can't trust him in that aspect."

Upon hearing this, Xing Rong nodded secretly.

After a while, Tian Jie saw Xing Rong still staring at the man who had been drinking, his expression darkened and his brows knitted slightly.

Does she like this?

Looking at the man with disheveled clothes, his eyes were so cold that it seemed as if he wanted to use a dozen ice knives to pierce the man into many holes.

That man is also helpless, okay? The tasker of this world is actually with the world master, and the world master protects and loves him in every possible way.

What's that look from the Realm Master?

This can't be blamed on him, right?