"You damned woman, count yourself as ruthless!" Rong Yan dodged quickly at that critical moment, and jumped off the bed neatly.

She could already imagine the scene where this trick would prove successful after repeated trials.

Young Master Rong opened the bedroom door with a livid face, and with a swipe, Uncle Zhang's face appeared at the door again.

As if he didn't expect Rong Yan to come out, Uncle Zhang cautiously asked: "Young master, didn't you say you are going to rest with young mistress, where are you going now?"

Damn it, it seems that the old man didn't intend to just let them pass by like this, he really planned to send someone to watch outside the door all night.

"Can't I go downstairs to drink water?" Rong Shao squeezed out a few words through his teeth with a livid face.

"Master, if you want to drink water, let the servants prepare it. How can I let you go down in person, you and young mistress should rest quickly, and I will go and pour water for you." Uncle Zhang said, and went downstairs to pour water.

"Damn it!" With a low curse, Rong Yan turned back and sat down on the sofa, his handsome face was gloomy, with a cold look that no one should enter.

It seems that he can't go to the guest room anymore, sharing the bed with Luo Anning, a damned woman, he couldn't accept it for a while, is it true that he really wants to sleep in the same room with her tonight?

The more he thought about it, the angrier Rong Shao became. Zhang Bo Duan Shui came in, put it in front of him eagerly, and then, as if he was afraid of disturbing something good, he quickly exited after saying good night, and closed the bedroom door thoughtfully.

Young Master Rong, who was drinking water, was hit on the head by a pillow without warning, and the pillow fell softly onto the carpet, and the water splashed all over him. Young Master Rong turned his head angrily, "Luo Anning, you are courting death!"

"What do you want to do? Let me tell you, grandpa and mom are upstairs. If you dare to do anything to me, grandpa and mom won't let you go...ah——"

With a muffled thud, she got up angrily. Fortunately, the floor was covered with a thick Persian carpet, otherwise this fall would have caused her pain for ten and a half months.

Young Master Rong put his arms around his chest and smiled wickedly, "Now you got out of bed on your own initiative, so you will sleep on the sofa tonight."

Rong Yan ignored her angry little eyes, went to the bed gracefully and lay down, stretched out his big hand, and turned off the light with a snap, leaving the two hazy yellow wall lamps on.

What a bastard!

Luo Anning gritted her teeth, looking at the man lying comfortably, she wished she could punch him hard in the face.

Thinking about it this way, she did so, and when she realized what she was doing, Young Master Rong had already grasped the powder fist tightly, and he pressed her body on the bed in a humiliating manner.

Rong Yan curled his lips into a chuckle, and his posture was indescribably handsome and charming. He straddled her belly and held her hands with both hands, looking at her below him like a devil, "If you want to hit me, you don't even look at her." If you have the ability, you wouldn't be ashamed to play tricks in front of me."

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