Take Zhu Zhuyun Along Too

Ning Rongrong truly could not endure the unbearable itch while Ye Qiu treated her bleeding wound. Her soft cherry lips parted slightly, exhaling wisps of hot breath.

Ye Qiu looked at Ning Rongrong, who had been pretending to be an ostrich for quite a while, and could not help reminding her:

"Isn't it time to get up?"

"You, you go first. I still need to rest a while longer." Ning Rongrong pushed Ye Qiu twice with a coquettish complaint.

Having been left in Ye Qiu's hands like this, she truly had no face left to see anyone. Then, she directly pulled Ye Qiu's blanket over and, frowning, shoved him out from under the covers.

"Husband, hurry up and get dressed! Get out, this young miss commands you!" Ning Rongrong buried half her head deep beneath the blanket, yet still secretly watched Ye Qiu. Her face had already turned a deep crimson, alluring like a ripe apple.

Ye Qiu had originally been planning to help her get dressed.

But Ning Rongrong was utterly unwilling. Seeing this, Ye Qiu did not force the matter. After all, in his heart, could a cooked duck still fly away? Their relationship had already been confirmed before everyone's eyes.

After tidying himself up, Ye Qiu left behind some warm water and carefully reminded Ning Rongrong to wipe herself down before getting dressed. Only then did he slowly leave the wooden cabin.

The moment he poked his head out,

Zhu Zhuqing's and Xiao Lan's gazes instantly fixed on him.

"Morning, Xiao Lan, Zhuqing."

"Morning."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded gently, a blush on her face. She lightly leaped down from the roof, her waterfall-like black hair draped casually behind her and swaying softly with her movements, smooth as black silk. Under the sunlight, her fair skin seemed to glow