Luo Ziheng lifted the curtain and whispered a few words to the coachman.

The carriage that was quite stable and comfortable just now was bumping, and Rong Yanran, who was sleeping in a daze, opened her eyes reluctantly: "Young Master, have you arrived?"

Luo Ziheng said unhappyly: "No..."

"Oh." After Rong Yanran finished speaking, she fell asleep immediately. She was so excited yesterday, she fell asleep too late, and woke up too early today, so she was sleepy! She was so sleepy! But the bumpy carriage made her feel very uncomfortable, and she subconsciously went to find a place that is more suitable for sleeping. She touched the soft cushion where Luo Ziheng was sitting, and fell on it without any politeness, and put it on Luo Ziheng's thighs. "Well, it's comfortable."

Luo Ziheng's body could no longer move.

She looked so sweet that she could see that her legs were a little hot because they were used as pillows. What's worse, his sense of touch was particularly sharp when he was practicing martial arts. Her even and slight breathing kept blowing his face. His heart was itchy and uncomfortable. He reached out to stroke her face, which was delicate and soft, which made his fingertips tremble slightly.

For a long time, he had been dreaming of such a situation until she treated him like that. Why did he forgive her so easily without principles? He didn't know, probably because when she looked at him, her eyes were clean and pure, her smile reached her eyes, and her expression was rich and changeable. She was not the kind of high-ranking, cautious, and deliberate calculation.

"You should be glad that you lost your memory and you have the chance to start over." He murmured in his heart, with an undetectable smile on the corner of his mouth. "How great! We can start over. I don't have to let you do whatever you want because you are your benefactor, nor do I have to be more worried about your past hurt."

As she smiled, the smile on the corner of her mouth froze, and her angry eyebrows also frowned slightly. This damn Rong Yanran actually poured her saliva onto his clean robe, and she was still squirting her lips.

Luo Ziheng's heart became particularly unbalanced.

His current identity is that he is the young master, she is the maid. The young master is awake and the maid sleeps. Is it so easy to sleep? He still has such a casual and sweet sleeping appearance. He is so obeyed her, and the carriage is so bumpy that he can sleep!

Luo Ziheng raised his hand, gently stroked her black hair, then grabbed a large bunch, and said viciously: "Rong Yanran, have you slept enough? See where you slept? There is no rules at all!" He had to establish some prestige. He used to be too indulged in her and did not take himself at all. Now that he plans to keep her by his side, at least let her know who to listen to.

Rong Yanran's hair was pulled so hard that it hurt. She was protecting her hair while getting up: "It hurts, the young master let go."

Luo Ziheng saw that his goal was achieved, and he also let go.

While touching her scalp, Rong Yanran complained in her heart, saying, "What do you think?" She didn't refuse when she was pillowing. She slept soundly and was woken up by her. Faced with such a charming and beautiful woman, do you have a little sympathy that a man should have?

"Young master, it's not intentional, but your legs are so comfortable that you can't help but want to lie down." She glanced at him and complained.

But in Luo Ziheng's opinion, it was completely different. His eyes were resentful and his voice was as nice as a oriole. The worst thing was that she said that his legs were too comfortable and the teasing meaning was too obvious!
Chapter completed!