Lin Ruolan turned around, casually lay on Fang Ming's legs, and yawned lazily.
Fang Ming stroked the bags under her eyes with his thumb. Perhaps due to the hard work at work, there was a look of fatigue between her brows, and faint dark circles could be seen.
"Don't tire yourself out, Minister Lin."
"Physical fatigue is inevitable, but mentally it is joyful."
Fang Ming rubbed her long hair and made it messy. "A woman obsessed with lust."
"Your words are so harsh. This is career-oriented."
The two of them chatted idly, mixing small matters with serious ones, and they were simply a close couple.
"You said before that night will fall tomorrow?" Lin Ruolan turned her head and asked him.
Fang Ming glanced at the system interface. "To be exact, it will be thirteen hours later."
Lin Ruolan was a little surprised. Fang Mingju was able to pinpoint the time of the disaster with such precision. He was truly a mysterious man.
"Perhaps you should put on the robes of a prophet, a seer first."
"What? You don't believe me?" Fang Ming raised his eyebrows and scratched her smooth chin with his fingertips.
"Don't make trouble. If I didn't believe you, I would have died in the safe zone of Linhai City."
Fang Ming changed the subject and looked at her with a smile, "Prophet sounds good. Do you like playing this tune too?"
Lin Ruolan's face was filled with resistance. "No, I don't have the innate sense of holiness that doctors have. I can't be a nun."
"Huh? How did you know?"
Lin Ruolan was not present when Fang Ming and Xiuqing were playing, so how did she get such inside information?
Lin Ruolan's eyes were erratic. "After I took over this city, I used my power for personal gain to investigate someone's glorious deeds in the city, such as whether he had ever collected wild herbs..."
Fang Ming thought for a moment and returned a sincere look, "I have no impression."
Lin Ruolan chuckled, "When you and the doctor were in the confessional, the old nun actually woke up halfway through. Seeing you guys desecrating the temple like this, she fainted from fear on the spot."
Fang Ming recalled the confession play he and the doctor had in the church. The cold nun's naked posture was vivid in his mind, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Say my apologies to that old nun."
As he spoke, his fingertips were busy teasing the slippery skin on her face.
Lin Ruolan symbolically dodged, a gentle smile on her face, "He's such a man full of secrets, I can't help but want to explore him."
Based on Fang Ming's understanding of Lin Ruolan, her words should not contain any dirty jokes. She really wants to dig out the secret in Fang Ming's mind.
If the person carrying the secret was not Fang Ming, Lin Ruolan would definitely arrange for someone to perform the memory recovery technique without any psychological burden.
Those in power all have some problems in this regard. Even if we affirm her ideals and ambitions, we cannot overestimate her moral bottom line.
Fang Ming toyed with this respected and high-ranking ruler, a sense of conquest welling up in his heart. "That's a pity, some secrets can't be told."
Lin Ruolan exhaled lightly and blew away a few strands of hair that were in the way. "It's okay. Mystery is also part of a man's charm."
"Is this a show of respect?"
"Does it count?"
The two of them didn't delve into it too deeply, and soon the topic turned back to the topic.
"No one can predict what will happen. Will I be needed to take care of you then?"
Fang Ming very warmly offered to help her, but was decisively rejected by Lin Ruolan.
"don't want."
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