The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

A few minutes later, the man came back with a bowl of steaming brown sugar water in his hand.

"This smells so good~" Mu Changying took a deep breath of the fragrance with great enjoyment, and couldn't help but lick her lips.

A Yuan’s cooking skills are simply amazing, she must finish the meal!

She stretched out her white and tender little hands to take the porcelain bowl, but was stopped by Rong Liyuan before she could touch it.

"Yingbao, don't move. Just sit down and I'll feed you."

The porcelain bowl containing the freshly cooked brown sugar water was a little hot, and her skin was so delicate and fragile. It would be bad if she was burned and blistered.

"Hey, don't worry. Wait until the sugar water is not so hot before you drink it."

He held a spoon on his long, strong and well-joined fingers and stirred it gently in the bowl. His skin, which was as cold as glass and jade, had no warmth, and was so cold that it made people feel untouchable.

Mu Changying looked at the sugar water in the porcelain bowl longingly, "Well, this aroma is really tempting."

There were a few red dates and a little ginger slices floating on the light red sugar water. The color, smell and taste made her swallow her saliva subconsciously.

Two minutes later, Rong Liyuan handed the spoon filled with sugar water to her delicate lips.

"The days of waiting have been so painful. It seems like a century has passed, but hey hey, now I can finally drink it!"

Mu Changying opened her lips slightly, changed from her usual ladylike behavior, and drank the sugar water in the spoon in one gulp.

Her small pink tongue gently licked her lips, and she opened her mouth softly and waited for him to feed her.

"Yingbao likes brown sugar water very much?"

Rong Liyuan lowered his eyes, and as he scooped up a spoonful of sugar water, he felt an indescribable sourness in his heart.

Ha... suddenly it felt like he was not as heavy as this bowl of sugar water!

"I like the sugar water cooked by A Yuan, but... my favorite is A Yuan."

Mu Changying lowered her head and drank the sugar water from the spoon, then picked up the cooked red date in her small mouth and slowly handed it to his lips.

This comforting gesture made his heart soften, "Yingbao..."

Rong Liyuan's voice was low and dark, like a table that had been rubbed with sandpaper, magnetic and tugging at the heartstrings.

His angular and cold face kept coming closer to her fair little face, and their noses touched each other, feeling each other's warm breath.

"What should I do? You were born to defeat me..."

But he was extremely sick of her, and this restraint was exactly what he wanted and was willing to do...

He opened his mouth and bit half of the red date. The moment they held it, their lips touched, and the soft touch caused ripples in his heart.

——

Saturday.

The morning light suddenly appeared on the horizon, and everything was enjoying the caress of the warm sun. The majestic Rong Mansion was bathed in the warm sunshine, and bursts of refreshing fragrance came from the huge flower garden in the building.

"Steward Sun, I have something to go out for today."

"Madam, please pay attention to safety on the road, and remember to come back early..."

Butler Sun raised his head, his old face showing a hint of surprise when he saw Mu Changying's clothes.

She wore a white short-sleeved shirt paired with a pair of military-colored motorcycle pants, and a pair of black low-cut Martin boots. She looked simple and sharp.

Madam is usually a soft and cute little fairy, but she didn't expect to be so handsome and aggressive!

"Don't worry, Butler Sun, I will be back soon."

Mu Changying raised her eyebrows, shook off the car keys in her hand and walked straight out the door.

Today, she specially painted some rough wild eyebrows, and paired with this outfit, she looked particularly domineering.

"Oh, the feng shui of the old house is good. Madam is really getting more and more beautiful!"

Butler Sun looked at the girl's back with a smile on his wrinkled old face.