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Maid Lee and Ting Lan immediately went out to prepare after hearing his instructions. They did not dare to neglect what their young master valued the most.

Turning on the light on the bed, Rong Heting reached out his hand to touch Mu Qianqian's smooth and fragile face, looking seriously at the weak girl on the bed for a rare occasion.

However, after not seeing it for a few days, he had actually thought of this little thing while working. He thought he must have taken the wrong medicine recently. When would he care about women? A woman was merely a tool for him to play with, and this little thing was no exception. He would not allow a tool to become his weakness! Even if it was Ling Jinghan, what he cared about was only the kindness in front of everyone, and he wouldn't allow anyone to affect his heart.

If they said he was cold-blooded, then he would be cold-blooded. Only then would he know how many things were waiting for him to deal with calmly. He had to personally make them pay for everything that happened that year.

The change in her train of thoughts made Rong Heting forget the power of her men. Mu Qianqian felt someone touching her forehead, then her face. She opened her eyes in confusion and was shocked by Rong Heting's cold eyes. She retreated in fear.

Rong Heting's subconscious cowardly action brought him back to reality. He let go of the churning emotions in his heart. Rong Heting let go of his cold aura, but he was still dissatisfied with Mu Qianqian's withdrawal.

"Come here."

Rong Heting looked at Mu Qianqian's small face, which was covered in sweat due to taking the antipyretic drug. The strands of hair on her forehead were stuck to her face, making her look even more pitiful.

When Mu Qianqian heard Rong Heting's words, she retreated even further. Her entire body escaped from the other side of the blanket. Thinking about Rong Heting's frenzied plundering and sprinting a few days ago, she became even more afraid.

"Come here, don't let me repeat my orders."

Rong Heting's face darkened when he heard Mu Qianqian's words. Was she rejecting him like this in her heart? How many women had tried to climb into his bed without a chance!

"Don't... "Don't scare me …"

When Mu Qianqian saw Rong Heting's cold expression, she retreated even more fearfully. She just wanted to take a break. She felt very uncomfortable. Couldn't she serve him again?

"Ah!

Just when Mu Qianqian thought that her head would hit the ground first, a strong arm grabbed her sinking body and pulled her straight into the cold and warm embrace. The cold was his breath, but the warmth came from his chest.

The faint smell of tobacco and cologne was a very familiar smell on Rong Heting's body, making him feel that he could be relied on even more.

"Don't... "Don't …"

"Shut up!"

Rong Heting impatiently interrupted Mu Qianqian's rebuttal and scolded the little thing in his arms with a cold expression.

"My body is already outside the blanket, do you still want to burn it again?!"

Rong Heting mocked Mu Qianqian with disdain, "You actually know that you can't serve me well. Hurry up and cure me!" The debt I owe you these few days, I'll make it up to you in a few days! "

Mu Qianqian was shocked and didn't dare to move. She obediently curled up in Rong Heting's embrace with a blushing face. Beast! Why is he so direct with his words, and even mocking me for not serving him well, who is as inhumane as him in terms of physical strength!

Mu Qianqian bit her lips in dissatisfaction, but she didn't dare to retort. She just let Rong Heting hug her honestly. She didn't dare to challenge Rong Heting's endurance. How could she not feel the abnormality beneath her. So he was also enduring for her?

Rong Heting was satisfied with Mu Qianqian's good behavior. He couldn't let go of the little thing with her claws. Although he needed to restrain himself for her body, he wouldn't miss out on the benefits.

From then on, Lil Thing was his. Rong Heting felt satisfied just thinking about this result, and his slender hands became more and more presumptuous.

The warm breath came close to Mu Qianqian's ear. The low and hoarse voice made Mu Qianqian's face turn red. Rong Heting couldn't help but laugh. Catching her by his side and teasing her became his happiest day today.

Not long after, Maid Lee and Ting Lan personally brought the porridge that had been simmering for the whole afternoon. They added some shredded meat to the porridge and filled the bedroom with a fragrant smell.

Ting Lan curiously followed. Young Master hated eating in the bedroom the most, especially when the room was full of food. What was the wind today? Did he make their young master turn his back?

Upon entering, Ting Lan saw her young master weirdly lying on the bed without changing his clothes, with the blanket covering his chest. The scene was so bizarre that it had never been seen before. Ting Lan was sure that the squeamish young master had taken the wrong medicine today!

Smelling the fragrance, Mu Qianqian's little head directly drilled out from Rong Heting's chest, like a little cat pushing out a blanket that was tightly covering her. It was only then that Maid Lee and Ting Lan, who were stunned, finally understood the reason behind their young master's sudden change in personality.

Maid Lee smiled and quickly carried the porridge to the bed.

"Miss Mu, you must be hungry after sleeping for the entire afternoon, right? I made some porridge. Eat quickly. "

When Mu Qianqian, who was looking forward to eating, heard that it was porridge again, she hid her head back under the blanket in disappointment. Due to her small size, no one could tell that Rong Heting still had a kitty on him. A muffled sound emerged from the quilt.

"Oh, thank you. I'll have it in a while."

Maid Lee's reluctant attitude was evident from her obedient reply. She felt sorry for Mu Qianqian's good sense. She obviously didn't like to eat and didn't pick on food to vent her anger. She only said that she would eat later, probably not wanting to disgrace her elders.