An Yurou heard the knock on the door and came out. She was neatly dressed, her eyes were clear, and her face was refreshing. When Zhao Liang saw him, he couldn't help but smiled in confusion, "Are you not sleeping?"

"Well, I can't sleep." She nodded towards him, her eyes full of kindness, "Mr. Zhao, are you okay?"

Zhao Liang did not kill Xiao Hei, which An Yurou has always been grateful for.

"Mr. Du asked you to go to the eldest young master's room."

An Yurou was stunned for a moment, her brows tinged with worry. Zhao Liang noticed it and told her kindly: "Go and make a cup of honey water, the young master is drunk."

"oh."

The devil is drunk, and a drunk devil shouldn't torment himself.

An Yurou quickly went downstairs, made some honey water, and walked into Mu Qingyu's bedroom with a cup.

There was only one bedside wall lamp on in the luxurious bedroom, and the orange-red light illuminated the bed softly. Mu Qingyu was lying on the bed undressed, and Du Ziteng was massaging the acupuncture points on his head.

"Come here, feed the young master." Du Ziteng's voice was very soft, and he held up Mu Qingyu's head and let him rest on his arm.

An Yurou slowly came over and saw Mu Qingyu closing his eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief and put the cup to his lips.

I thought he wouldn't be able to open his mouth quickly, but unexpectedly, as soon as the rim of the cup touched his lips, his mouth opened.

An Yurou was afraid that Mu Qingyu would open his eyes and act in a panic. After Du Ziteng rolled his eyes, he took it and carefully and skillfully fed the honey water into Mu Qingyu's mouth.

"Don't be stunned, go get water and help the young master wipe himself." Du Ziteng cooed at An Yurou.

"ah?"

"Ah what? Aren't you the young master's little lover? You should learn to do this kind of thing."

"I haven't done it."

"I started studying today if I didn't." Du Ziteng looked at her dissatisfied, "Don't forget your responsibilities and be obedient!"

An Yurou frowned, and finally walked into the bathroom reluctantly under Du Ziteng's angry and resentful glare.

"Ziteng, go and have a rest." An Yurou entered the bathroom when the drunk man spoke.

"Young Master, are you okay?" Du Ziteng got close to Mu Qingyu's face, "I'm worried that you will vomit."

"It's okay, I'll be fine in a while."

"she……"

"She stayed to serve."

"OK."

When An Yurou came out holding the washbasin, Du Ziteng was no longer there. The man on the bed was still lying upright, wearing a purple shirt, black trousers, and a pair of white stockings.

He turned his face sideways, and his silky hair fell down, covering half of his eyebrows.

His eyelashes are thick and long. With his eyes closed, under the dim orange light, there is a dark shadow under the eyelashes. The straight nose, lightly pursed lips, and half-darkness make his facial features appear more profound and handsome.

An Yurou looked at him, slightly absent-minded.

I haven't seen him for many days. Why does he look so good when he is sleeping?

"Ahem..." A minute later, Mu Qingyu suddenly frowned, coughed, and moved his whole body.

An Yurou was startled, her consciousness returned, and she hurriedly put down the washbasin.

"Young Master." She leaned down and stared at his mouth, "Are you awake?"

There was no response, the man's lips just moved.

"Young Master, do you want to take a shower?"

Still no response, the heavy snoring began to calm down.

"You're not awake, then let me...then let me wash your feet."

An Yurou originally thought that washing feet was better than wiping herself, but she didn't expect that it would be difficult for her to move a man's legs because she was so delicate.

"You are so heavy. Why are your legs so thick?" She gasped and muttered to herself, and with great effort, she finally pulled his feet outside the edge of the bed.

Taking off her socks, she used the light to look at his big feet.

"It's so white." She curled her lips and looked back at the man's face. Seeing that he was sleeping, she picked up her socks and shook them above his face, "Stinky devil."

"Ahem..." Demon Mu coughed again. An Yurou was so frightened that she threw away her socks and leaned over to wring out the towel.

"Wash your face." He spoke, and his deep, hoarse voice made An Yurou's eyes freeze.

That day, he didn't fall asleep?

She stiffly turned her neck and looked at him again with twitching corners of her lips.

However, his eyes were still closed and his breathing was shallow and even. An Yurou really wondered if she had just heard a hallucination.

But no matter what, she should help him wash his face.

She pursed her lips tightly, squinted her eyes, and a smirk slipped across her eyes. She squeezed the towel tightly and covered it with a cold face that was cold and charming.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...six seconds, she didn't pick up the towel.

A pair of smiling eyes seems to be saying: Devil, I will make you evil and blind you to death! Look, you are still breathing.

She curled her lips and counted in her mind for ten seconds. The man was still indifferent, but she saw his fingers curled.

Shocked, she hurriedly picked up the towel and probed his nose with her fingers.

Fortunately, he is breathing and not dead!

If she dies, she will definitely not survive! If she doesn’t live, who will save grandpa and brother?

Thinking that she still had a major "mission" on her shoulders, An Yurou didn't dare to mess around anymore. She had to know that the man on the bed was her "God of Wealth".

The towel quickly wiped his face, and she picked up his hand and wiped it twice.

After putting down the towel, she squatted down and pressed Mu Qingyu's feet into the basin.

Unexpectedly, the man's foot moved upwards more and more as he pressed it. In the end, he couldn't hold it down no matter how hard he pressed it.

"The person is not dead yet, and the legs are already stiff." She muttered to herself again.

In desperation, she picked up the towel again.

No matter what, just use your towel to wipe your feet!

"Take off your clothes." She was rubbing a towel in the basin when two more words entered her ears.

Her little heart made a "dong" sound, and she raised her head suddenly... The man's eyes were still lightly closed, and his breathing was shallow, as if he was really asleep.

An Yurou picked her ears, shook her head, and blinked in confusion... Did you hear it wrong again?

Take off your clothes? Ridiculous. Regardless of whether you heard it right or not, she doesn’t want to take off her clothes.

"Take off your clothes!" Just as she lowered her head, two eerie words were pressed against her ears coldly. She froze and her eyes widened.

Yes, it came out of his mouth.

Uh... Devil, please don't scare me, okay? If you scare people, you will scare them to death.

"Young Master, are you awake?"

Well, she can't bear it.

She asked slightly, as if she was afraid of waking him up, but the man ignored her.

An Yurou frowned and glanced at his body. After hesitating for a long time, her pride still could not overcome her need for money, so she reached out and started to unbutton his shirt.

One, two...

Her trembling little hands finally finished undoing the expensive diamond buttons, and her strong and sexy chest muscles were exposed to her eyes.

The well-developed chest muscles, flat and firm abdomen, and the honey-colored skin all stimulated An Yurou's eyes.

She turned away and took a long breath.

It’s easy to take off your clothes, but how do you take off your pants?

Exhale, inhale, exhale again, inhale again...

After a while, An Yurou finally adjusted her chaotic mood, mustered up the courage, and turned back to stare at the man's waist... It was a Hermès crocodile belt.
Chapter completed!