Recalling the moment of life and death that she had just experienced, Feng Haitang only feels a burst of sorrow and grievance.
She can no longer hold back her tears, pitter-pattering as they fall on the back of her hand.
"Rather than wallowing in self-pity and waiting for Yan Haotian, that blockhead, to come out of a dead end, it's better to take the initiative and attack."
Suddenly, Muyan's soft and sweet voice comes to her ears, carrying a bit of bewitching tone.
Feng Haitang stares blankly, raising her head to look at Muyan with tearful eyes.
Muyan turns her wrist, and a porcelain bottle appears in her palm, sending it to Feng Haitang, "Have you ever heard of the saying, 'raw rice becomes cooked rice'? Take a guess, with Yan Haotian's inflexible character, if he really took your innocence, would he still push you away? "
Feng Haitang's eyes suddenly widen, her entire person scared silly, "Little, little … Miss, what are you talking about?"
Muyan's smile is exceptionally charming and languid, the porcelain bottle lightly twirling in front of her, "Yan Haotian loves you, I think there's no need to doubt it, right? When I had just arrived, his injuries were actually more serious than yours. However, he should have already fainted, but he grabbed my hand and made me promise to save you first, only then would he let go. "
"Just a little bit more, and he really wouldn't be able to keep his life. So, you can doubt everything, but you can never doubt his love for you. "
Feng Haitang stares blankly, then a blush appears on her cheeks, carrying a sour and sweet joy and sweetness.
The curve of Muyan's mouth deepens, "Since you're sure that he loves you, then there's no problem with using some radical means. In any case, you just have to make sure that he can become yours as soon as possible. "
"How about it? Do you want to give it a try? " The porcelain bottle in her hand twirls again, and is delivered to Feng Haitang. The young girl's bright and beautiful smile has an infectious power that can bewitch people, "Feng Haitang, you're my, Jun Muyan's subordinate, don't you even have the courage to handle your own man?"
At this time, Feng Haitang's face is already so red that it could drip water.
But the look in her eyes becomes more and more resolute. Finally, she clenches her teeth and takes the porcelain bottle from Muyan's hand.
… …
Muyan comes out of Haitang's room and heads southwest.
As he approached the kitchen, he heard the voices of Ru Yan and the girls from the Longevity Camp.
"Aiya, Great Commander Yan, this is not right. We need to add water, otherwise it will be burnt … …" This was a young lady from the Longevity Camp. She was in charge of the meals of the Nether Flame Army.
"Hahaha, Yan Haotian, you also have such a day!" At this time, Ru Yan's gloating voice sounded, "I'm telling you, don't even think about running away! It's all your fault for making Haitang sad, causing her to almost die. You were the one who said that you would wash Haitang's hands and make soup in the future. You must personally cook this porridge for Haitang to eat. "
The smile on Mu Yan's face deepens.
After a while, Yan Haotian came out with a tray, his face covered in dirt.
There was a plate of porridge on the tray. Although it looked lackluster, it was his first time cooking, and his skills were not bad.
Seeing Muyan, Yan Haotian revealed an awkward expression. He bowed slightly, silently saluting her.
Mu Yan stops his movements and says with an indifferent expression: "Haitang has already woken up."
Hearing this, Yan Haotian's eyes lit up.
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