He placed her on the washbasin and directly put his fingers into her mouth.
"Uh..." Her throat was stimulated by his fingers, and Xu Xia felt nauseous, immediately pushing him away, "Are you crazy?!"
"Stop talking, spit out the juice right now," Leng Zirui frowned tightly, "Hurry up!"
"It’s just a glass of your juice, do you really have to make such a fuss." Xu Xia rolled her eyes.
"You..." Leng Zirui raised his hand to pinch her chin, "Hurry up, that juice can’t be drunk."
"What’s wrong with it?" Xu Xia looked indifferent.
Leng Zirui was too lazy to argue with her, he just pressed her head down by embracing her neck, and his fingers went into her mouth once more, helping to stimulate her throat.
Xu Xia couldn’t resist him, felt nauseous, and couldn’t help but vomit.
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Third floor.
Luo Ke carefully placed the plate with snacks on Luo Xiaoqian’s feet, "These look like cookies you made, right?"
"The kitchen prepared the ingredients, all I did was squeeze the cookies, but I couldn’t succeed, so I ended up squeezing them into these numbers." Luo Xiaoqian looked at the cookies on the plate, slightly raising the corner of her mouth, "The chef must have brought you these cookies, right?"
On the white plate, the cookies were baked to a golden brown, seemingly random, yet not random at all.
Because their shapes were: numbers 5, 2, 1, and several letters, all "L".
Luo Ke didn’t understand the meaning, but Luo Xiaoqian was very clear about Leng Zimo’s intentions.
He must be telling her that he’s there, he would protect her, that there was nothing to fear.
"How did you know?"

Luo Ke didn’t delve into the loopholes, instead, he reached out with his right hand, wiping away the cookie crumbs from her lips, then placed his fingers to his lips, licking off the crumbs.
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