Rong Ruo was already angry, and upon hearing Yuan Zhao's words, he laughed in anger:
"Have you forgotten who you are?"
Yuan Zhao was taken aback, then remembered his current duty: to take care of A Bai's daily life.
"Master, I did feed Ah Bai today."
She now takes better care of Ah Bai than she takes care of herself; even with so many things to do today, she didn't forget to feed Ah Bai.
It would have been better if she hadn't explained; the moment she opened her mouth, Rong Ruo's anger intensified.
This woman remembers even Ah Bai, but she doesn't remember to inform him.
If it were any other day, Yuan Zhao would probably have noticed something was wrong long ago. However, today she had drunk quite a bit of wine, and with the matter of the Yongning Marquis's mansion resolved, she was not very clear-headed at the moment, and had even forgotten how to treat Rong Ruo.
She was extremely sleepy and dizzy. Seeing that Rong Ruo didn't speak, she couldn't help but say:
"Do as you please, Chief Supervisor."
With that, she staggered off to the washroom to wash up.
Upon hearing the sound of water coming from the clean room, Rong Ruo showed a look of surprise.
He and Yuan Zhao had been sharing a bed for some time, but they avoided each other when washing up. He had his own secrets, and Yuan Zhao obviously had hers to keep quiet.
However, she was so drunk today that she completely forgot about that.
Listening to the sound of water inside, Rong Ruo felt a strange heat rising in her body.
Since being poisoned, his body has been constantly cold. He doesn't feel hot at all, and he doesn't even have any of the normal reactions a man should have.
But now, he felt a long-lost sensation in his body.
A floral fragrance, accompanied by a faint aroma of wine, gradually filled the room.
Rong Ruo's hand gradually tightened.
Was that woman seducing him?
The thought crossed my mind and I couldn't hide it.
He slowly closed his eyes, concealing the desire within them.
Sometime later, the sound of water in the clean room stopped for a long time, but Yuan Zhao did not come out.
Rong Ruo glanced at the clean room, got up to leave, but stopped at the door.
Finally, he pursed his thin lips and turned to go to the clean room.
Upon entering the inner room, he stopped there.
Just as he expected, Yuan Zhao was drunk and was fast asleep in the bathtub.
Perhaps it was because she had been drinking, or perhaps it was because she had been soaking in the bath for a long time, but her usually pale face now had a slight blush.
Her jet-black hair cascaded down her chest, making her skin appear even whiter.
Rong Ruo's gaze traveled from her rosy, bright red lips down to her chin, and then followed her black hair down to her chest, causing his breathing to become somewhat rapid.
Realizing that his body was reacting inappropriately, he suddenly turned his head, a look of annoyance and anger on his face.
For some unknown reason, he turned to leave, but after a few steps, he turned back...
The next day, when Yuan Zhao woke up, he felt as if his head was about to split open.
Is this what a hangover feels like?
Yuan Zhao rarely drinks this much alcohol.
She was happy that the matter of the Yongning Marquis's residence was resolved. In addition, since she was in the General's residence, she had nothing to worry about and ended up drinking too much without realizing it.
She rubbed her head, and when she felt a little better, she slowly sat up.
As soon as she stood up, she realized something was wrong.
The body under the thin blanket was completely naked.
She tried hard to recall how she got back to bed last night, but she couldn't remember. She vaguely remembered seeing Rong Ruo last night.
Her expression changed, and she quickly shouted:
"Asking the wind."
Hearing the commotion, Wenfeng quickly came in.
"Was it you who got me into bed last night?"
Yuan Zhao asked.
Wen Feng was taken aback, then shook his head:
"Miss didn't have anyone serve her last night, saying she was alone."
Yuan Zhao rubbed her head. She remembered that Wen Feng and Linglong were also very happy to return to the General's Mansion, so she gave them a holiday and told them not to serve her.
If it's not Wenfeng, then it's naturally not Linglong either. So who could it be?
In fact, Yuan Zhao already had a vague guess in her heart, but she dared not believe it.
Just then, Wenfeng suddenly said:
"Miss, you..."
Yuan Zhao looked up and saw that Wen Feng's expression had changed drastically. Following her gaze, Yuan Zhao looked down and saw only a mottled patch on her chest.
Yuan Zhao: "..."
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