Rong Yanran's face turned red, looking at the face that was close to her, she looked proud of spring, and her deep eyes were filled with a deep feeling of indelible feelings. "You are only allowed to kiss, your wound has not healed yet, so you are not allowed to do it.

Something else." She slowly closed her eyes, and her face was covered with red clouds.

"I didn't want to do anything else, Yan'er, what else do you want me to do." He chuckled and bit her earlobe, feeling her body tremble, even though he closed his eyes, the long and thick

The eyelashes, the smooth jade-like skin, and the bright red lips all show her dazzling beauty.

Rong Yanran was very embarrassed by him, but she, who has always been eloquent, didn't know how to refute it. She just pretended to be dead and did whatever he wanted.

Luo Ziheng smiled very quietly, but it was also very real. His current situation naturally did not allow too intense exercise, but this did not prevent him from kissing the eyelashes, red lips, and face...

"Rong Yanran, Luo Ziheng, come out for me quickly! I don't believe you can still sleep now. Luo Ziheng, you have recovered from your serious injury. Don't always want to do something shameless." Ouyang Chen said no

Big, but every word clearly came into the ears of the two people.

Rong Yanran hurriedly held Luo Ziheng and then slid under the bed. Luo Ziheng's eyes were like thousands of years of ice, and his dark pupils were covered by a layer of air conditioning, making them even more terrifyingly brighter.

Of course, Rong Yanran was embarrassed to appreciate his handsomeness. She took care of her hair and clothes quickly and walked out the door: "Ouyang Chen, do you have no hands? Can't knock on the door? You must shout for the whole world.

Do you know it?"

Ouyang Chen looked at her innocently: "I knocked on the door, you just didn't hear it."

"I've been awake all the time, and I can hear the sound of Luogentine. Why didn't I hear you knock on the door?" Luo Ziheng exposed him in the house without hesitation.

Ouyang Chen was particularly glad at this time that he was hiding next to the door instead of behind the door. Maybe something hit his face, so that his heroic face would leave a scar for a few days. He laughed:

"That may be because I forgot to knock. These foods are pretty good, eat them while they are hot." Then he lowered his voice and greeted Rong Yanran to get closer, "The Ninth Prince's pedestrian is planning to say goodbye tomorrow. Think about how to give it to you.

They will practice it." After saying that, he ran away like a gust of wind.

Rong Yanran returned to the room with a steaming basket. She saw Luo Ziheng lying lazily on the bed, her expression did not change much, but just looked at her: "The Ninth Prince is here too, why didn't you listen to you?

”

Rong Yanran put out a bowl of soup, took the spoon to him, and slowly retorted: "You woke up long ago, and you didn't tell me."

"You snatched me up before I could do it." He touched his lips and said with unsatisfactory feelings.

Rong Yanran sighed: "I didn't have time, Ouyang Chen said first. Besides, those men in black are so powerful and powerful. Do you want to argue with me or have breakfast now?"

Luo Ziheng choked back by his words and said dissatisfied: "I am a patient, you can't treat me like this, you have to feed me."

Seeing him acting like a scoundrel, Rong Yanran felt condescending at this moment: "You are so lively and have the intention to mess with others. Can't even drink soup? If you don't drink it, I'll drink it all, and I won't let it go.

They make new ones for you." She approached him again, "If you drink it well, I will make a very delicious soup for you tonight."

Rong Yanran uses both soft and hard work. Luo Ziheng's machismo is very serious, so she has to make him restrain himself a little. After all, she still prefers to respect each other for a long time in the future.

Luo Ziheng was threatened by her and tempted by her, and nodded reluctantly. He had to stretch out his left hand to pick up the soup spoon, scooped up a spoon, lowered his head and drank it into his mouth, and his eyebrows were twisted together in pain. He was not

Speaking, just continue to drink with a bitter face.

Rong Yanran watched his back float up and down with the movement of drinking soup, and his frown eyebrows, pressed his hand and asked, "Is it painful?"

Luo Ziheng felt so beautiful! Look at it, you’re fooled, you’re not hard!

Without answering, Rong Yanran agreed that he was really painful, but he just didn't want to admit it. So he picked up the bowl and fed it to his mouth like a good little wife, spoonful of guilt in his eyes.

Seeing her like this, Luo Ziheng's heartache overshadowed her pride: "Yan'er, I don't feel hurt, I'm pretending."

Rong Yanran thought he was comforting herself and said softer: "Okay, if you want me to feed you, just feed you and drink it obediently."

"I really don't hurt. Don't look at me with such guilty eyes. I feel very uncomfortable." He suddenly pounded out of bed hard. Her gaze made him a little uneasy, although he did not refuse to repay his kindness because he was grateful.

I promised it, but I was always a little uneasy. This time I really pulled the wound, and my eyebrows were slightly frowned and returned to normal.

Rong Yanran put down the bowl and started to laugh: "Young master, it seems that I am better at acting than you! Your expression of pretending to be hurt just now was too exaggerated." While smiling, she did not forget to take a few steps back.

Seeing that she was fooled, Luo Ziheng said coldly: "Yan'er, come here!"

Rong Yanran immediately looked frightened and walked forward tremblingly: "Young Master, what's wrong with you? Are you angry? Yan'er dares no longer."

Just as Luo Ziheng reached out to grab her, he quickly stepped back, hugged his hands in front of his chest, and said helplessly: "But you don't seem to have much lethality now, so I don't have to be afraid of you now.

”

Then he sat leisurely at the table and slowly took out the small plates in the basket one by one.

Luo Ziheng was angry and laughed: "Yan'er, come here! I will not blame the past for what happened just now!"

Rong Yanran turned her head and looked at him: "Drink the soup in front of her. I won't care about what happened just now, and I can also let you eat this meal."

The implication was that he wouldn't even be able to eat the soup that was too bad to taste this night. A faint and undetectable smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he reached out to pick up the soup spoon.

Very good, he likes this feeling, she is free and unrestrained in front of herself, and is the truest self.

Rong Yanran was trapped in his room by Luo Ziheng all day, and except for a few trips to the toilet, she would not give her any chance to leave. If it weren't for the scar on his back that was really heartbreaking, and she was injured,

She won't really give him face.
Chapter completed!