That Girl Made me Sleepless

"Well..."

Broken groans, resounding in the night, the voice of the charming, shame for the condensation of the air.

A hand as white as jade stretched out from the bedside. Later, it was pressed by a big hand, with ten fingers clasped

……

The rice crisp wakes up again, the whole body is weak.

She holds the quilt with a languid look and shrinks herself into a ball. Then she looks at the traces of blue and purple. She stares at the cool and elegant Rong Jinchu.

He was wearing a simple white shirt, black trousers, long and straight body, sitting at the edge of the rice crisp bed, with food in his hand.

The housekeeper and his servant stood by.

Rong Jinchu handed the bowl to him and put a piece of garlic flavored ribs on the chopsticks. "Don't you want to eat it?"

“……”

Rice crisp hard gas of move a vision.

She was tired all night.

I can't go down because I can't go down at all.

Rice crisp wronged bit bit lip, resentment unceasingly.

Rong Jinchu, who usually doesn't need medicine, is strong enough, not to mention how strong he was last night.

After a whole night of tossing and turning, every part of her body is now clamoring for exhaustion.

This time, she was really angry.

Rong Jinchu had no choice but to slip through his eyes. He handed the fragrant spareribs to the rice crisp again. He said in a soft voice, "don't you really eat them?"

"Hum!"

Rice crisp turned his head, but he would not have the backbone of the food temptation, simply do not see.

The little hand under the quilt touched the flat stomach.

How could she not be hungry after being tossed all night?

But as soon as she thought that the culprit was right in front of her eyes, she had a sigh in her heart, "don't eat!"

“……”

Rong Jinchu had to put the ribs on the white rice.

Mi Su took a furtive look.

Her neck continued to twist inside, lest the movement of swallowing saliva would be seen by Rong Jinchu.

After a while, MI Su didn't hear Rong Jinchu's voice again.

Doesn't he even coax her?

In this way, rice crisp has more temper.

“……”

The housekeeper looked at the angry rice crisp.

In Jinyuan for so long, missu has been careless, cheerful and polite to everyone. I didn't expect that she would lose her temper sometimes.

It seems that there must be too little tolerance.

He wants to talk to Rong Shao and continue to cajole Miss MI. Unexpectedly, Rong Jinchu holds the bowl, hands the garlic flavored ribs to his mouth and takes a bite.

“……”

Rong Jinchu chewed slowly, no longer in charge of the angry rice crisp.

In the cold eyes, a trace of banter flashed, "housekeeper, have you changed the cook recently?"

When the housekeeper heard the words, he immediately understood the intention of Rong Shao.

Miss Mi likes to eat. Everyone in Jinyuan knows that.

He replied with a smile, "yes, recently he hired a new chef, who is good at Hunan and Guangdong cuisine. Today's food is made by the new chef."

“……”

Rice crisp heart read a move.

The new chef.

Or Hunan and Guangdong cuisine

She slowly and rigidly twisted over and looked at the rice in front of Rong Jin's face and the garlic flavored ribs he bit.

Spareribs are fat and thin, which is the favorite type of crispy rice.

Bright red tip of the tongue, from the middle of the teeth out, greedy in the middle of the lip lick.

She stares at Rong Jinchu and grabs the bowl he is holding. By the way, there are chopsticks in his hand and ribs he has chewed.

“……”

Rong Jinchu lost his laugh.

He also took out a pair of clean chopsticks from the plate carried by the servant, holding the meal for the rice crisp.

Housekeeper's lips, too.

When they look like this, they are reconciled.

Just make it up.

Miss MI is in love with Rong Shaoen. He looks happy.

If one day they don't get along with each other harmoniously, it's the people who work in Jinyuan who suffer and enjoy the cold air.

Because Rong Shao likes Miss MI, she must be reluctant to let off steam.

So naturally, Rong Shao will spread his anger on them.

Rice crisp with four bowls of rice, plus a number of ribs and vegetables.

After eating, the body also added enough energy.

Rong Jinchu took the handkerchief from the housekeeper. He held rice Crisp's cheek in one hand and handkerchief in the other. He leaned in front of rice crisp.

His head forward, eyes down, staring at her cherry pink lips.

Seeing this, the housekeeper cleverly withdrew with the servant.

Mi Su looks at a group of people leave, and Mingrong Jinchu just wants to help her wipe her mouth, but somehow, she still feels embarrassed.White cheek a red, she raised her hand to hold Rong Jinchu's big palm, "I myself come."

MISHU pinched the handkerchief and pulled it twice.

Rong Jinchu tightens the palm of his handkerchief.

He didn't pay any attention to the strength of rice crisp.

Although rice crisp is not so angry, but as soon as I see this face, I can see Rong Jinchu's absurd and sentimental pictures of her.

Thinking of these, she could not avoid a bit of revenge, and her handkerchief hand was even harder.

"Let go!"

“……”

He is not relaxed.

"If you don't let go, I'll bite you!"

“……”

Still not loose.

Mi Su holds Rong Jinchu's handkerchief in both hands. He puts his head close to him, opens his lips and takes a bite on the back of his hand.

After all, she could not bear to bite and let go.

Rong Jinchu smiles low.

"Oh..."

“……”

Mi Su retreated and ignored him.

He restrained his smile, holding the chin of rice crisp in one hand, and wiping the corners of her mouth carefully with a handkerchief in the other hand.

Mi Su raised his eyes, and his pupils reflected his concentration and rare tenderness.

For the sake of his thoughtfulness, she was not angry.

However, there is one thing Mi Su didn't understand.

"Rong Jinchu, since you already know that Qin Shiwei wants to prescribe medicine to you, and then drink the wine she prepared?"

If he doesn't drink, she won't have to be squeezed so much

Rong Jinchu wiped it for her and threw the handkerchief aside, "because I need to collect some strong evidence."

"What does this have to do with whether you drink or not?"

The red wine is there, and he can choose not to drink it.

Rong Jinchu's narrow eyes narrowed slightly. He caught a glimpse of several strands of disordered hair hanging from rice Crisp's ear. He raised his finger, closed it behind his ear and pinched her soft and lovely little earlobe by the way.

"My rice soups are getting smarter."

“……”

How stupid she seems to be.

Mi Su grabs Rong Jinchu's hand in the earlobe. "I'll see how you explain it to me."

It's her who is upset. She has the right to know the truth.

Rong Jinchu draws back his hand, but he can't continue to touch her earlobe. He is a little lost in his heart. "There's no other purpose."

Mi Su frowned, "no other purpose?"

He propped up in front of the rice crisp and leaned close to her. The distance between the tip of his nose was only a millimeter. "If I have to say that I have other purposes, I can only tell you that I want to experience the feeling of traditional Chinese medicine."

“……”

The crispy rice is thick in the heart.

MD！