Rong Yanran's discomfort made Luo Ziheng feel a little embarrassed, but he still put meat and food into her bowl, and said gently: "Yan'er, eat more and go change the medicine for me later.

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The anger accumulated over the days suddenly burst out. How could he keep creating such an impression on others?! This will ruin her reputation! Rong Yanran put down her chopsticks heavily, and a thin layer of skin covered her face.

"I'm full, everyone eat slowly, I'll go back to my room first."

Her eyes swept through the few people except Luo Ziheng one by one. She didn't even look at Mr. Luo who was still eating happily, turned around and headed upstairs. She was so angry that she wanted to have a happy late-night snack.

Don't let it go!

She entered her room, inserted into the door, and opened the window. The ancient night was really beautiful! The moonlight was like water, pouring in front of the window, the stars dotted the night sky, and the bright light shone on a large area of ​​bright flowers in the yard.

And the lush trees, the rich fragrance comes to your face. It is a great enjoyment of visual and smell!

What’s hateful is that with such a beautiful night, she could only stay dry in this suffocating house! Even the right to enjoy delicious hotpot was deprived! Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but sigh.

There was a knock on the door outside, and it started to be very light, but gradually became louder. There was also Luo Ziheng's voice: "Yan'er? Are you there? If you are there, you should say a sound, otherwise I will hit the door."

Did you see it? This is the ancient robber, a hooligan wearing a hero's robber. Rong Yanran didn't look back, but still looked at the scenery outside the window and replied lazily: "Young Master, I'm here, you can leave."

After a while of silence outside the door, Luo Ziheng's natural voice sounded: "Yan'er, I still have to change the medicine..."

"Sorry, Young Master, I haven't had enough food and I don't have the strength to serve you. Please ask someone else for help." Rong Yanran almost interrupted him with gritted teeth before he could finish his words.

Standing outside the door, Luo Ziheng heard her impatient tone, thought for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Yan'er, wait for me to come back."

There is a small stall selling snacks in front of the inn. He plans to buy a large one and bring it back to lure this foodie in anger.

Rong Yanran sighed when she heard his words, thinking to herself, I'm not waiting for you, where will I go?

"Why sigh? Are you unhappy?" A voice suddenly came from outside the window, and her white back appeared in her sight.

Rong Yanran jumped up in shock and took two steps back! Damn, it won’t be so unlucky, I’ll meet ghosts!

She was so scared that she was about to shout, but Murong's comforting voice stopped her: "I'm scared you, I'm sorry!" His face, which was as beautiful as a peach blossom, was full of apology.

Rong Yanran still covered her heart with her hands: "Mr. An, I am very brave! There is a door in the room, why do you want to come out of the window? I was wearing white clothes at night, which was so scary."

She complained helplessly, looking like she was collapsed.

Murong An couldn't answer for a moment. Can he say that he felt romantic like this? Can he say that his white clothes made many women fascinated? It seems that it's useless to say it, so she should wait for her to experience it slowly.
Chapter completed!