Lan Weiwan was taken back to Mansion An by An Huaijue personally, which caused a huge change in the attitude of the servants in Mansion An towards her.

From the initial contempt and disdain, to the politeness now.

"Master, Miss Lan, breakfast is ready."

"I won't eat." Lan Weiwan moved his shoulders tiredly, winked at An Huaijue, and said coquettishly, "I want to take a bath."

She drank a lot at the bar and was locked in a detention room overnight. Lan Weiwan felt that her whole body now reeked of alcohol.

An Huaijue agreed: "That's fine, take a bath and have a good rest."

After watching Lan Weiwan return to the room, An Huaijue glanced at the dining table and showed no interest in the dishes on the table.

"Get them all out. Make a cup of milk and send it over."

The servant was stunned for a moment, then asked confirmingly: "Are you sending it to Miss Lan's room?"

"It's not Miss Lan, it's the Young Madam."

When An Huaijue corrected the title, the servant was shocked, lowered his head, and responded repeatedly: "Yes, I will heat up the milk and deliver it to the young lady."

The servant walked into the kitchen as if he was running away, already knowing it in his heart.

It seems that the young master has identified this Miss Lan!

…

As soon as I opened the door to the room, I saw a servant coming out of the bathroom, smiling and saying respectfully: "The bath water is ready for you."

Lan Wei looked her over at night, and she didn't seem to be scheming, but the experience of battling wits and courage with Xu Zi in the Lan family still made her a little wary.

She ordered in a cold voice: "From now on, no one is allowed to enter my room without my permission."

The servant's smile froze on his face. Even though he was full of displeasure, he still forced a smile and said, "Yes, I understand."

The servant silently exited the room. The moment he closed the door, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. He complained to another servant next to him: "This lady named Lan really regards An Mansion as her territory.

I kindly helped her fill the bath water, but she actually warned me not to enter her room in the future. I really don’t know a good heart!"

"Okay, just be patient. The master hasn't accepted her yet, so she might be kicked out in two days."

…

After taking a comfortable bath and changing into clean home clothes, Lan Weiwan lay lazily on the bed, trying to catch up on the sleep he had missed last night.

Half a quarter of an hour later, she suddenly sat up and scratched her hair irritably, with tangle written all over her facial features.

She just wanted to catch up on her sleep peacefully, but every time she closed her eyes, the scene of An Huaijue kissing her kept flashing in her mind, and even the lips he bitten seemed to still hurt, which made her

No peace.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to clear all the memory fragments about An Huaijue from her mind, but these images seemed to be engraved in her mind and she could not get rid of them.

"Lan Weiwan, what kind of nymphomaniac have you been doing most of the day?" Lan Weiwan reached out and patted his cheek, muttering to himself: "He is An Huaijue, you don't really plan to marry him, do you?

"

…

At this time, An Huaijue had already changed his shirt and walked out of the room. He happened to see a servant coming up with hot milk, and he reached out to stop him.

"Give it to me and I'll send it to her."

Taking the milk handed over by the servant, An Huaijue licked the corner of his mouth with satisfaction. The temperature was just right.

When he walked to Lan Weiwan's room, he pushed the door open without knocking. This startled the unsuspecting Lan Weiwan. His first reaction was to quickly tighten his collar and then look at the door warily.

"You...why didn't you knock on the door when you came in?"

"This is my territory, why should I knock on the door?" An Huaijue said quite naturally, "Besides, you are my wife, what else can we avoid?"

Lan Weiwan's face turned red, and she secretly scolded An Huaijue for being a scoundrel.

Seeing the blush on her cheeks, An Huaijue's lips raised slightly.

This woman is actually quite cute even when she is shy. She finally looks like a little woman.

An Huaijue stopped teasing her and handed the milk in his hand over, "Here, drink it."

"Oh." Lan Weiwan responded obediently, taking a swig of milk to fill her empty stomach.

An Huaijue sat down beside her bed and asked about what happened last night, "What happened to the things in your bag? If you want to prove your innocence, you must tell me what happened at that time."

"That thing must have been put into my bag by someone else." Lan Weiwan suddenly remembered the experience in the bar last night, and quickly explained: "There was an uncle who danced next to me last night. He smiled sinisterly. It must have been him.

I put that thing in my bag. It’s just that the police refused to believe me..."

An Huaijue's brows suddenly frowned, and his dark eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a bit of danger.

He approached Lan Weiwan and asked in a deep voice: "You actually tolerate a strange man dancing against your body?"

"Ah?" Lan Weiwan was stunned. Shouldn't the focus be on the medicine in her bag? Did his focus go astray?

An Huaijue pinched her chin, his eyes full of warning, "Mrs. An, do you need me to remind you that you are a married woman?"

"Oh, it's not what you think." Lan Weiwan opened An Huaijue's hand and explained helplessly: "He took the initiative to stick to me, and then I ran away, and Jiangzhou almost got into a fight with that person.

, and then we left the dance floor, literally!"

At the end of the sentence, Lan Weiwan even raised his hands and swore, his big watery eyes full of sincerity, extinguishing An Huaijue's anger mixed with jealousy.

He snorted coldly, "Let's just believe you."

"You should have believed what I said." Lan Weiwan muttered, raised the cup in his hand, and drank the warm milk in the cup.

She handed the cup to An Huaijue naturally, "I've finished it."

An Huaijue glanced down at the cup, then raised his eyes to Lan Weiwan. He wanted to blame her for treating him like a servant, but he was attracted by the cute look of her licking her lips.

The milky white milk left traces on her lips, and her dexterous tongue licked the milk stains on her lower lip, feeling a bit unfinished.

This innocent and innocent act like a child made An Huaijue's heart tremble, and a familiar picture flashed through his mind, but what he remembered was a little girl who looked like a doll.

He looked at Lan Weiwan quietly, his eyes gradually becoming soft and doting. He unconsciously reached out his hand and gently wiped away the remaining milk on her lips.

"You are such an adult, why are you still acting like a child?"

Lan Weiwan's body instinctively ducked back, and then he wiped his mouth casually with the back of his hand, which was quite informal and generous.
Chapter completed!