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In the face of the orders from his superior, Fu Nuan could not refuse, and could only have an expression of being forced to accept, and then, he stayed silent all the way until Rong Yu took him home.

She got out of the car and exchanged a few words with him. She watched as the car drove away.

Weird, why does she feel that Rong Yu seems to be angry?

Fu Nuan's heart paused for a moment. It was strange, why was he angry, was it possible that the person who should be the most angry today wasn't her?

She stood at the door of the apartment, watching the car with its flashing taillights disappear, and then turned back to her room to pack.

The Southern Summer River University's colloquium was held only once a year. She was just a teacher who had just finished her first transition, and now, it was her turn that caused Fu Nuan to be even more shocked.

Early the next morning.

When Fu Nuan dragged his luggage out of the house, he saw a Bentley car parked in front of the apartment.

A man wearing a black suit walked towards her, and said respectfully: "Hello, Teacher Fu, I'm Lin Tong's special assistant, I came here specifically to bring you to the airport, please get on the car."

Lin Tong said as he placed the luggage in her hands into the trunk.

Fu Nuan stared blankly at him, and only after getting on the carriage did he let out a sigh and say:

That guy not only had a chauffeur, but also a special assistant. He was truly not simple. He was indeed a professor level figure!

One hour later.

Under the guidance of a special assistant, Fu Nuan entered the first class via the VIP passage.

"Teacher Fu, this is your seat."

When Fu Nuan sat down, she saw the man sitting beside her clearly.

Mn, other than Rong Yu, it can't be anyone else.

"Director Rong …"

Fu Nuan said softly. He wanted to greet her, but the man's eyes were closed as if he was taking a nap.

Forget it, she should just keep quiet.

Five minutes later, the plane took off. Under the quiet atmosphere, Fu Nuan gradually fell into a deep sleep, just that she was still very light asleep.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the eyes of a man in black jade. They were very close, and their auras were very close.

"Rong …"

"Cough, cough …"

Just as Fu Nuan wanted to say something, he saw the man in front of him raise his fist to his lips, turned around, and coughed twice.

Her stunned eyes flickered a few times, clearly seeing that Rong Yu's complexion wasn't well, and revealed a bit of a sickly look.

Two hours later, the plane landed.

When they arrived at the hotel that they were supposed to stay in, Lin Tong had long planned everything out.

"Teacher Fu, this is your room card."

Fu Nuan received the room card from Lin Tong and looked up to see that Rong Yu had already entered the room next door.

After she pulled her suitcase into the room, she was not in the mood to clean up. Instead, she just sat on the bed, frowning from time to time.

After thinking for a long time, she finally made a move. She bent down and found the medicine that the doctor had prescribed for her.

This time, she didn't hesitate and took the bottle to the next room.

She knocked on the door, but there didn't seem to be a response.

"Prof. Rong, I am Fu Nuan."

However, there was still no response.

After standing at the door for two minutes, Fu Nuan decided to give up. Just as he was about to turn around and return to his room, the door opened from the inside.

Rong Yu leaned his back against the door as he cast a glance at the woman outside the door. A trace of deep understanding flashed across his long and narrow eyes.

When Fu Nuan raised his head, he saw the man's sword brows slightly knit, as well as his somewhat blurry eyes.

"I... I came to deliver your medicine. You seem to have a cold. " She lowered her head and handed the bottle of medicine to him.

Rong Yu did not pick it up, and gently said two words: "Come in."

Eyebrows...

Fu Nuan wanted to say no more, but the person did not care about her. Fu Nuan looked at the man lying back on the bed, without saying a word, with the look of a 'I'm sick and don't want to talk to you'.

She had no choice but to follow him in and place the medicine on the table beside her.

"I put them here for you. Eat two at a time."

She squinted at the man as she spoke.

In contrast to his usual coldness, the current Rong Yu was leaning against the bedside. His thin lips were pursed, and his long and narrow eyes glanced at the cup of water on the table.

"Water."

It was a single word, but it was so hoarse that it caused Fu Nuan to be startled for a moment. He then realized that he wanted to drink the water.

Fu Nuan replied, he turned and picked up his cup, the water in it had turned cold.

"Hot."

Fu Nuan:...

She had come here to deliver medicine out of good intentions, but this fellow had ordered her to come here as a servant?

Forget it, since he had taken care of her the last time she was sick, he was now treating it as "repaying her kindness".

When Fu Nuan brought the hot water back, the man leaning on the bed closed his eyes and did not move.

Sleeping or sick?

"Prof. Rong …"

She got closer and stared at his face. She wanted to touch his forehead to see if he had a fever, but the next second, the man suddenly opened his eyes.

Fu Nuan's hand trembled. He immediately retracted his hand and tried to take a step back, but he was a step too late.

The world spun around him as the cup of water in Fu Nuan's hands fell onto the bed and sprinkled all over the other party.

In the blink of an eye, she was already beneath the man, her wrist gripped by his large palm.

Her body temperature and aura were completely different from hers as they slowly approached …

"You …"

She stuttered, feeling the heat of the man's palm, feeling it burn.

Her eyes opened wide, looking at Rong Yu's face which was just inches away from her, her warm and thin lips lightly rubbed against her lips.

The man's low and hoarse voice entered his ears, "Un, I feel terrible."

"What?"

She didn't know what was happening right now, nor did she know what she should do. She could only clearly feel that … The man's big hands were sliding down her back and his grip tightened around her waist.

In the midst of his panic, Fu Nuan wanted to push the man on her body away, but the forceful and forceful feeling made it hard for her to breathe.

"Look at me …"

His hoarse voice lingered in his ears, filled with endless enchantment.

In an instant, a certain part of her brain exploded, forming an abyss that was dragging her deeper and deeper into it …