"See, I said, with cook, boss Yue won't have an accident."

as soon as cook settled Chu zhaoyue in bed, Shang Muran, who was resting in his room, appeared leisurely at Chu zhaoyue's door, leaning on the door frame at will. In the middle of the night, there was no worry, but no fatigue on that handsome face. It was as if he had gone deep into the bone marrow.

Ye Ling and Qiu Bai, who followed cook into the room, heard this sound and looked back at Shang Muran. Before they could speak, cook, who was staying by the bed, stood up straight and looked at Chu zhaoyue, who...