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The butler was startled, he looked at the back of Rong Jinchu who was carrying the man and reacted and waved to the servant beside him.

The servant stepped forward.

Butler bowed his head: "You should hurry upstairs and prepare the hot water."

"Yes." The servant obeyed and immediately took action.

After doing all this, the butler quickly followed Rong Jinchu and spoke: "Young Master Rong, may I ask where this young miss will sleep tonight?"

Rong Jinchu lowered his head to look at the person in his embrace, and his eyes focused. After thinking for a few seconds, he made his decision, "Sleep with me."

"…"

Mi Su had a dream. She was put into the warm water.

After that, there was a pair of large palms with a thin cocoon on them.

His ice-cold fingertip caused her to tremble …

At the start, his breathing had become steady, but now it was burning hot.

Rong Jinchu was half-squatting in front of the bathtub, and even though he was trying his best not to let the cold sweat pour down his forehead, he didn't make any excessive movements.

He looked at the little woman in the bathtub.

It was probably because she had been soaking in the bathtub for a long time. Her white and tender skin was dyed with a moving light pink color.

Her waist-length hair was slightly curled up and scattered behind her. It was spread out on the surface of the water like a painting. Some of them were playing in the water.

Rong Jinchu reached out and pinched her small face.

Her lips were thin, kissing Mi Su's powdered, full cherry lips.

It was very soft and very fragrant.

To make someone kiss you, you want to love more, to absorb more.

The man's kiss did not have any skill. It was a clumsy action that bit Mi Su's lips several times.

Mi Su frowned, and turned her head uncomfortably.

Rong Jinchu sensed and stopped his movements.

Her dark red lips parted.

His voice was filled with unprecedented gentleness. "Not feeling well?"

"Pain …"

Pain?

But just kissing her made her feel pain?

Then if …

Could it be that his kissing technique was not up to standard?

No.

Rong Jinchu refused to admit it.

Thinking that Rong Jinchu had an IQ of 180, and could do anything without any teachers, it was definitely not a problem for him.

It must be that this woman does not know how to enjoy, and that she treats pleasure as pain!

Releasing her, he forcefully suppressed his desire to clamor.

Taking a deep breath, Rong Jinchu picked his up from the bathtub and personally changed her nightgown.

He placed her on the soft bed and laid beside Mi Su. He sniffed at her neck with the tip of his nose, then moved one of his arms across her body to embrace her waist before falling asleep with her.

The morning light shone through the curtains.

She rolled on the bed and habitually moved her four limbs. The moment she opened her eyes, she discovered that this place was not her sloppy-looking, fifty meter square nest at all.

She suddenly sat up on the bed!

She is Mi Su.

But where was she?

Why was there no impression at all?

Mi Su hit her head with her hand as she tried to recall what happened last night.

She only remembered to go with Xia Anan to the roadside stall to drink …

Seems like he was drunk …

As for what happened afterwards, he could not recall any of it.

Two maids came in with clothes that they had prepared beforehand. When they saw that Mi Su had woken up, they respectfully said: "Miss Mi, these are the clothes that Young Master Rong had prepared for you."

Young Master Rong?

Who was that?

Mi Su's mind was in a mess. Facing this series of unprepared situations, she woke up in a daze to brush her teeth.

Standing in front of the mirror, she changed into a long white dress. Her slightly curled long hair was casually scattered behind her back. She touched her face and for the first time, she found herself looking like a beautiful and beautiful doll.

After packing up, Mi Su walked out of the bedroom under the guidance of the maid.