There is fragrant black tea on the bedside table...

"I just brought you a pot of tea with milk," Mengkui said softly, "You like to drink this before going to bed, and you will sleep soundly."

She liked that when she kissed him, his lips tasted like black tea and milk...

She once asked jokingly with a smile:

[Jian Dashuai, why do you put milk in your black tea? 】

[Is it because... you are in me, and I am in you? 】

She admitted that when she became shameless, even she felt that enough was enough!

But there is no way. As a killer, the young master assigned her many tasks, and she often did things to seduce others. She gradually developed a thick skin.

Jian Chenche glanced at the teacup, probably thinking of that joke, and his eyes became extremely dark.

"Then, you should go to bed early." Mengkui said with a smile, "Good night."

I said good night many times, and in the blink of an eye I was busy for another 2 hours.

Mengkui walked to the bathroom tiredly, maybe she could rest now.

Tell Jing Jiaren early tomorrow morning and ask her to help change rooms.

Jian Chenche visually inspected the room. This guest bedroom was not big. It only had a bathroom, but did not have its own study room or dressing room.

He calmly picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.

Mengkui grabbed the door lock and shook it hard: "Hey..."

Jian Chenche drank tea comfortably.

It's just right, neither hot nor cold, just the right amount of heat, and the milk is added just right to warm your stomach.

Mengkui pulled the door lock and it clicked. After a while, she finally recognized the reality: "Is it locked?"

Jian Chenche snorted coldly, waiting for her to cry and beg him the next second, and he would generously allow her to sleep on the sofa.

Sure enough, Mengkui gave up and lowered her hands after finding that the bathroom door was locked.

She hesitated for a moment, took a few steps back, and suddenly raised her feet——

Bang!

With agility, he kicked the bathroom door open with one kick.

The movement of Jian Chenche's hand was tilted. Fortunately, he drank the sip of tea so that the tea would not leak out.

Mengkui put down her legs, walked in and closed the door.

This little problem can't trouble her at all...

She is a professional killer, will she still be in trouble by a door? She is also much stronger than Jing Jiaren.

If she really fought with Jian Chenche, she could still survive a dozen moves——

Of course, she has a slender figure and the natural disparity between women and men, so she uses strength rather than brute force. If her strength level were to compete with that of Jian Chenche, she would be beaten to a pulp.

It is quite sufficient for self-defense.

Jian Chenche's face turned completely cold and he slammed the teacup on the table.

To hell with her!?

…

So, Mengkui opened her eyes in the middle of the night and suddenly saw a figure appearing in front of her.

And it was so damning, that person was actually touching her feet!

You stinky hooligan, I'll beat you to death!

Mengkui kicked off and jumped up quickly: "Who is it?"

Jian Chenche's deep voice sounded gloomy in the darkness: "Me."

Mengkui flinched back as she pounced, her head hit the porcelain wall, and she gasped in pain.

The light was turned on with a bang. Mengkui subconsciously used her hands to block the light. Her legs were covered with deep and shallow whip wounds, bruises, bruises, and bruises. She looked very frightened.

Mengkui adapted to the light and found Jian Chenche's eyes on her legs. She curled up subconsciously: "You, you, you...you, why are you here at night..."

Staying up late at night and coming here to touch her feet?
Chapter completed!