Seeing Mu Nanrui enduring desires and wishing, Lan Lan felt warm in her heart. At this time, the first thing this man thought of was her, how could she not be moved?

Lan Lan seemed to understand a lot again. When she tortured him, he would rather go to cool cold water than force her. This man was thinking about her everywhere and couldn't bear to hurt her at all. How could she misunderstand that there was another woman hidden in his heart?

Seeing Mu Nanrui leaving the bathroom again, Lan Lan grabbed him and said, "Mu Er, I can help you."

"Little fat?"

This time, Lan Lan took the initiative to block Mu Nanrui's mouth. She learned the tricks he had used before and fed Dingxiang's little tongue into his mouth, luring him to dance with her.

She was kneeling on the bed, while he was standing by the bed.

Lan Lan stretched out her tender hand, carefully poked in, and grabbed his.

"Little fat--" He let out another low growl, his eyes so red.

Lan Lan looked at her instinctively trying to retreat, but she mustered up the courage to continue to act boldly. She thought she could do it and would definitely serve him comfortably.

"Xiaopang, yes, that's it, well, focus, move forward and back-"

She listened to her increasingly hoarse voice, making every move as he ordered.

"Xiaopang, hurry up, hurry up. Yes, hurry up-"

In the end, Lan Lan was so tired that she lay on the bed. Mu Nanrui was refreshed, energetic, and smiled happily.

Lan Lan felt extremely unfair, why did she always do this? In the end, she was always so tired, but her physical strength was so good. No matter how long it took to struggle, she was still in good spirits.

When I finished washing and went downstairs, it was lunch time again, and this morning passed again.

After dinner, when Mu Nanrui was going to take her to school in person, Lan Lan remembered something was wrong: "Mu Er, don't you have to go to the military district these days?"

"On a long vacation." Mu Nanrui didn't want to worry her, so of course she wouldn't tell the truth.

"This is not like your style." Taking a long vacation is not something a man who regards work as his life will do.

"Then what kind of style do you think I have?" In fact, these days, the old man has called him every day to ask if he has changed his mind. As long as he changes his mind, he can return to the military region immediately. The answer he answers every time is the same, absolutely impossible.

It's great to have a relaxing rest for a while like now. Every day, he spends more time with Lan Xiaopang, and he personally picks up and drops her off in get out of class. Such an ordinary and simple life is exactly what he has always been looking for.

Now that he has arrived early, he is too late to be happy, so how can he complain?

The old man thought he was just blocking his breath, thinking that if he wiped out his strength, he would naturally compromise and return to the military region. The old man didn't know whether to return to the military region or not. The only one who had the final say was Mu Nanrui, and no one could control him.

Lan Lan thought for a while and said, "Your style is just not style."

As the two of them talked and laughed, they soon arrived at school.

In the past, Lan Lan would get off the bus as soon as possible in order not to listen to his longing, but today she was a little reluctant and always wanted to sit with him for a while, smell his breath more, and look at him more.

"Mu Er, actually, actually-" She mustered up a lot of courage, but she still couldn't say the words "I love you".

——
Chapter completed!