She thought so and let herself fall.

Luo Ziheng, whose brain was blank on the treetops, finally realized. Seeing the scene in front of him, he could fly down and kick Ouyang Chen away. He sat on the ground and took turns to buffer Rong Yanran with his arms and legs.

The warm embrace did not appear in imagination. Yanran raised her head and showed her teeth. She saw Luo Ziheng's enlarged handsome face and sat on his lap. It was strange. She clearly saw Ouyang Chen coming, but where was she going. She looked around and there was no sign of him at all.

When Luo Ziheng saw her looking around, he knew that she was looking for Ouyang Chen. His handsome face darkened and his voice was cold: "What are you looking for?"

Yanran now only felt that she was too fleshy. This young master was so thin that she probably only stewed pork ribs. "I didn't see anything. My eyes were blurred. Thank you for your help. I can't repay you. So I can help you up first." She said as she stood up quickly, rubbed her pained little butt, and helped Master Luo who was sitting on the ground with great care.

Luo Ziheng's mouth twitched. He thought she would say something like saying something about her body, so he helped him up. He just kicked Ouyang Chen so hard that his legs were indeed a little numb.

Well, this time she got a cheaper price, and she knew she would help herself up, so she finally felt a little conscientious.

"Young master, how about it? Can you leave by yourself?" Seeing that there was no problem with him, Rong Yanran immediately wanted to throw him down without any guilt.

Luo Ziheng glared at her and said angrily: "You almost broke your legs. Do you think you can leave? Rong Yanran, do you have a conscience..."

Rong Yanran immediately put his arm on his shoulder and said with a plea: "Young Master, don't be angry. I originally wanted to ask them to lift the sedan chair for you. I saw that you misunderstood me? I will help you back and find a doctor for you."

Luo Ziheng looked at her terrifying appearance and hummed, "This is almost the same." He pressed half of his body against her without hesitation, sniffing the faint unique body fragrance on her body. At the same time, he saw her struggling and unsteadily supporting herself to move forward, and even hummed a little song in his heart. He silently asked if he was a little perverted, and then he disappeared.

Rong Yanran's tired little face turned red, and she rolled her eyes in the place he couldn't see. Damn, I wasn't you thrown down by you, you've taken over the good people. But I just complained in my heart, and my face was still smiling very brightly.

Finally, she sent Master Mu to his bedroom. She was so tired that she collapsed on the bamboo chair and fanned herself with her hand as a fan. Seeing that there was a pot on the table, her throat was so dry that she couldn't care about etiquette, she wanted to pour a cup for herself after copying her hands.

"Have you allowed you to move my tea? Are you allowed to sit down?" Luo Ziheng observed her for a long time, and then said without any warmth.

Rong Yanran held the teapot and froze there. She was stunned for a while before she stood up and turned around and said with a smile: "Young Master, you see it's not easy for me to send you in. Don't bother with me, I'll have a drink."

"No." He refused without hesitation. "I don't like drinking herbal tea, so I go and ask the maid at the door to give her a pot of hot tea."
Chapter completed!