Zhuo Junyue finished applying the medicine on Ningyan, and the doorbell rang.
Zhuo Junyue took the quilt and covered Ningyan, "You stay here first, I'll bring the food in."
Ningyan nodded, feeling like she didn't have the strength to get up.
For some reason, she suddenly became so delicate, why was her body so exhausted?
She suspected that in the afternoon with her little uncle, maybe it was for a long time...
Otherwise, her waist wouldn't feel so sore, and she wouldn't be unable to get out of bed.
Zhuo Junyue opened the door and glanced at the secret guard standing with the hotel staff.
The secret guard nodded, indicating the food was fine.
This time he brought a total of eight secret guards, even Ningyan didn't know.
That little woman probably thought she was traveling alone with him.
All these secret guards were top-notch experts, trained by the old master since childhood.
Now all these secret guards were under his command, absolutely loyal.
