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Chapter 830 Young Master, Don’t Play Stupid 38
Ling Shaohong looked at Man Luo who was yawning, with a look of grievance in his eyes: "This is wrong."

His voice was low, and his mood seemed a little depressed.

Man Luo looked around, looked at him puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Marriage shouldn't be like this." Ling Shaohong's thin lips were slightly pursed: "They said that a bridal chamber is required for marriage."

Man Luo's movements stopped, and he looked at Ling Shaohong whose eyes were clear with some hesitation: "...the bridal chamber?"

Shouldn't it be what she thought?
"Do you know what bridal chamber means?"

Ling Shaohong thought for a while, then suddenly narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and stepped closer to the bed: "Of course I know."

The man's voice was deep and magnetic, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed. At this moment, it seemed that there was some invisible pressure.

This appearance is very similar to Ling Shaohong in normal times.

Man Luo tilted his head slightly, thinking so in his heart, but saw Ling Shaohong suddenly smiled at her with a little foolishness, and his tall body suddenly jumped forward.

The shadow instantly enveloped him, Man Luo's eyes widened suddenly, he quickly turned inside and hid in the bed.

Just kidding, with Ling Shaohong's weight, if she was hit, she might really lose half her life.

"elder sister……"

A deep male voice rang in his ears, and Ling Shaohong approached reluctantly.

Man Luo took a deep breath, turned to the man with an innocent face, stretched out his hands to grab that handsome face, and pulled at both sides: "What did you want to do just now? You want to smash me to death?"

Ling Shaohong's long and narrow phoenix eyes widened, and he explained in a panic: "I didn't! I just heard what they said..."

Seeing the man eager to explain, Man Luo loosened his grip on his face: "Then do you listen to them or mine?"

"Listen to my sister!"

"Then sleep."

"... Oh." Ling Shaohong lowered his eyelashes slightly, looking extremely disappointed.

Man Luo stared at him for a long while, leaned closer, and kissed him lightly on the corner of his lips: "Go to sleep."

Ling Shaohong's eyes lit up again in an instant, and those dark pupils looked straight at Man Luo, which clearly reflected Man Luo's appearance.
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After entering Ling's residence, everything was calm.

In order for Ling Shaohong to recover sooner, Man Luo took him around Ling's house almost all over.

I wanted to let him get in touch with the familiar environment, so that he could recall some things, but in the end it had little effect.

Seeing Ling Shaohong curiously looking at the furnishings of the study, Man Luo slightly curled his lips: "This is the study, where you stay most often, do you have any impression?"

A trace of confusion flashed across Ling Shaohong's eyes, and he shook his head with downcast eyes.

Man Luo's eyes were dark, and he brought him to the desk and sat down: "No hurry, it doesn't matter if you can't remember."

Anyway, he is him after all, even if he is stupid, he is still that person.

A square oil-paper bag was placed in front of Ling Shaohong, and a sweet breath wafted into his nose. He looked up at Man Luo: "What is this?"

Man Luo opened the oil-paper bag and pushed it in front of him, the white and soft pastry inside looked extremely delicious.

"Master Ji came here just now and brought you Quanshengzhai's pastries."

"I heard that you liked eating this before, do you want to try it?"

Ling Shaohong nodded slightly, picked up a piece of pastry with his slender fingers and put it into his mouth.

The sweet taste carried an unspeakable sense of familiarity, Ling Shaohong's figure froze, and the expression in his phoenix eyes was in a trance.

Fragmentary pictures emerged in his mind.

The silent late night, the cold food, the piles of books and letters on the table, and... the white pastry under the lamp...

　Probably one more

　　
　
(End of this chapter)