Jun Wuyao turned around, the smile on his face disappeared. He led Luo Jiang all the way to the back room of Jiang Pavilion. Surprisingly, the furnishings here were indeed biased towards the women's boudoir.

[Chu Yangyang should have lived here.]

The system was afraid that the current Luo Jiang wouldn't be able to tell. To be honest, after cutting her value in half, he would become a busy old woman and be thankless.

Luo Jiang frowned slightly, she was not a fool, so why did she need the system to remind her?

Even if her intelligence is cut in half, she is not a child who doesn't understand anything.

"You will live here from now on. If you have any problems, you can come to me. But before you come to me, you'd better think carefully about whether you can solve it by yourself."

Jun Wuyao's words were warm, but the deeper meaning was to tell her not to disturb him when she had nothing to do.

Luo Jiang's fingertips curled up unconsciously. She glanced at Jun Wuyao, looked into his eyes and swallowed the words that came to her lips.

It's night.

Luo Jiang was sleeping in the room with her back stretched out, holding a corner of the quilt in her hand. It could be said that she was not sleeping at all. She was sleeping so deeply that she was completely unaware of the approaching danger.

Jun Wuyao stood in front of her bed and saw Luo Jiang's face clearly through the moonlight by the window.

A shadow enveloped him, as if he would turn into endless ghosts in the next second and strangle Luo Jiang to death.

Maybe Chu Yangyang became like this because of illness. Even if he was very suspicious, Jun Wuyao looked at her coldly. If Chu Yangyang was really an uncertain factor, he would definitely strangle her at any time.

In the cradle.

Jun Wuyao slowly stretched out his hand and placed it on Luo Jiang's neck. He tightened his fingertips little by little, but he didn't use much force.

Luo Jiang was still sleeping deeply, and seemed to be aware of feeling uncomfortable. She frowned and hummed softly, and Jun Wuyao took back his hand.

Early the next morning, Luo Jiang sat up, her face pale and covered in cold sweat. She kept coughing, as if she couldn't breathe easily, and she held her hand on the edge of the bed and couldn't stop taking deep breaths.

Maybe it was because she was breathing too fast, or maybe she was making too much movement. The medicine boy outside was startled when he came in and saw her like this.

"Miss Chu! Slow down, don't pant like this!" No one can know Jun Wuyao's thoughts now, but since he has brought Chu Yangyang back to Jiangge, he probably has some feelings.

How dare the drug boy be negligent?

Luo Jiang wanted to slow down, but he couldn't do it at all. As soon as he slowed down, he kept coughing, and he was obviously out of breath.

She only felt that her vision went dark for a while, as if she could faint at any time. A tall figure suddenly appeared in the blur and tapped several acupuncture points on her body.

Luo Jiang took a deep breath and finally calmed down.

Perhaps because he was breathing too fast, Luo Jiang's face was already red, and his eyes were filled with tears like a deer's, looking so pitiful.

"Brother Wuyao..." Luo Jiang felt really wronged. She blinked her eyes, and tears hung on her eyelashes, crystal clear.

Jun Wuyao waved his hand, beckoning the drug boy to go down, and patted Luo Jiang's back gently to comfort him. A trace of meaning flashed in his eyes, "What's wrong? But what frightened you?"

Luo Jiang hugged Jun Wuyao's hand tightly and did not even dare to think about what he had dreamed.


Chapter completed!