Capítulo 172: 171 – The Massage Chair

After breakfast, Fang laid out a set of new casual clothes for Ren, and waited upon him like a royal attendant while Ren took his bath. Then he helped Ren get dressed with his own hands.

"I feel like a fatuous king," Ren complained, as Fang buttoned his shirt for him.

"Only half of that statement is correct," Fang said in a glib voice, stealing a kiss from his beloved birthday boy. "You are not fatuous, but you are my king."

"Says the prince with the bloodline of two royal families," Ren countered.

Fang laughed. "Well, with such formidable blood flowing through my veins, am I not in the best position to judge who is fit to be a king?" he asked. "And I have already adjudged that you are a king, my king, the king of my heart – and there's nothing you can do but to accept it graciously, Ren!"

Ren let out a merry laugh, and the sound felt like the sweetest music to Fang's ears.