I kicked the male lead away

With a "click", the door of the room was opened, and the lights came on.

Fang Zhilan stumbled and stumbled, her hands and wrists still tightly hugged the person in front of her, like a koala, refusing to let go.

The person in front of her smelled of perfume with a sweet coolness, so she couldn't help but take two more breaths, the tip of her nose rubbed against the fabric on her shoulders, she was still humming, she didn't know how to vent her anger.

Bai Nanrou stretched out her slender, white index finger and pressed it against the center of Fang Zhilan's forehead, trying to push her away.

She is not interested in a little sister of unknown origin.

"Hmm..." Fang Zhilan was forced to raise her head, but her head was pushed away, but she still refused to let go of her hands.

Afterwards, she was pressed down softly on the bed.

Bai Nanrou lowered her head, a strand of soft hair fell down onto Fang Zhilan's face, she raised her eyebrows, her tone seemed to be with a chuckle: "Uncomfortable?"

"Hmm..." Fang Zhilan snorted a little, and twisted uneasily, trying to put her face on her body, but she couldn't get up and reach her.

"Help me..." Fang Zhilan was about to cry, her delicate fingers grabbed her collar, "Help me..."

Bai Nanrou was unmoved, her eyes were still clear, with some malicious teasing: "How do you want me to help you?"

How can I help her?

Fang Zhilan was momentarily dazed, looking at the person in front of her, she blinked, faltered for a long time, but couldn't say anything.

Like a child crying for no reason, when adults really follow her, they are at a loss.

The corners of Bai Nanrou's lips raised slightly, and he glanced at her hand that was still holding onto his skirt: "Let go, I'll take a shower first."

Fang Zhilan let go of her hand in a daze, but her misty eyes still stared at her.

With such pure eyes, it seemed that he was a heinous sinner. Even Bai Nanrou didn't realize it, so he reached out and rubbed her head: "I'll help you after I finish washing."

"..." Fang Zhilan's mind was burning hot, as if she didn't understand, and then as if she understood, her cheeks also became hot.

The bathroom door was closed, and there was the sound of running water. Hearing the sound, Fang Zhilan unconsciously hid in the bed, crossed her hands on her knees sideways, and couldn't help shivering. She didn't know if it was because of discomfort or something else.

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After Bai Nanrou washed up and changed into her pajamas, Fang Zhilan understood what she meant by helping.

In the white and spacious bathtub, except for the shoes that the girl had taken off, the girl was still wearing a uniform and short skirt intact, but she was already soaked by the cold water in the bathtub.

There was still a steady stream of cold water pouring down from the top of her head, and the wet long black hair stuck to her small face.

Fang Zhilan grabbed the side of the bathtub, shivering from the cold water, biting her lower lip with her white teeth and trembling, her mind was still not clear, she just subconsciously wanted to escape from this cold cave-like place.

She was dizzy and struggled to crawl out, but her feet slipped, and she fell back into the bathtub again. Immediately, she choked on a few sips of water and coughed, very embarrassed.

Bai Nanrou frowned, turned off the shower in her hand, bent down, and there was a little imperceptible concern in her eyes: "Are you okay?"

"Hmm..." Fang Zhilan's mind was dizzy, she couldn't hear what the person in front of her was saying, she just felt her warm breath brushing her cheeks, and her whole body instantly became much warmer.

Surrounded by a sea of ​​ice, Fang Zhilan stretched out her hand involuntarily, wanting to grab the warmth.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Nanrou was caught off guard and brought into the bathtub by her.

Water splashed, and in the narrow space, the two were close to each other, and the clothes wet by the water clearly showed the exquisite body of the girl below them.

Bai Nanrou's eyes were clear, and he looked at the girl in his arms who was seven to eight points similar to him.

Fang Zhilan still had confused mist in her eyes, her lips parted slightly, feeling the temperature from her body, she couldn't help reaching out and hugging the stranger in front of her, as if coquettishly: "It's cold..."

"Good boy." Bai Nanrou's voice couldn't help but hoarse, and he hugged her thin back, "It won't be cold in a while..."

The water temperature in the bathtub rises quietly...

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At six o'clock the next morning, the room with the curtains closed was still dark, but Bai Nanrou still woke up on time.

She glanced at the girl who was still sleeping beside her, and with the tenderness in her eyes that she hadn't noticed, she got up and went to another room, and dialed the missed call from more than half an hour ago:

"dad?"

"Yes, I'm back. I'm still in the hotel and I won't be going home for the time being."

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky was still dark, and the glass reflected her figure in the mirror.

The woman was wearing silk pajamas, her waist-length dark brown curly hair was gathered in front of her shoulders, she didn't wear any makeup, and when she raised her eyes, she looked even more cold and dusty from a high place.

His eyes glanced at his own reflection in the glass window, Bai Nanrou froze for a moment, thinking of the girl who was still lying on the bed at the moment.

Last night, she cried and cried to start, and she cried to end, and she didn't know what kind of reaction she would have when she woke up.

Thinking of this, Bai Nanrou slowed down and walked towards the bed.

She was always punctual and woke up early, and it was rare for her to have the idea of ​​snoozing and wanting to go back to the warm bed and lie down again.

Just as heaven and man were fighting, the girl on the bed suddenly groaned twice and kicked the quilt off her body like a dream.

Bai Nanrou reached out to help her cover it again, but her fingertips accidentally touched her hot skin, and she immediately realized that something was wrong.

She put her hand on Fang Zhilan's forehead, and her palm really felt hot, presumably her body was too weak, and she had a fever after being stimulated again last night.

The girl who was still asleep suddenly didn't realize it, and couldn't help rubbing against her slightly cool palm like a puppy.

Fang Zhilan was almost woken up by shaking. Last night, she didn't even have the strength to raise her fingers. Looking at the person in front of her, she said softly, "What are you doing?"

"Get up." In contrast, Bai Nanrou's voice was much colder, "I'll take you to the hospital."

What to do in the hospital, Fang Zhilan's eyes widened innocently.

Seeing her innocent face, Bai Nanrou even wondered if she had accidentally picked up a minor, but the matter was important, she found a thick coat of hers for Fang Zhilan to put on, and put one hand over it under her arm Fang Zhilan's back, the other hand passed behind her knees, and hugged the fluffy little girl horizontally.

The slender arms are not as weak as imagined, but full of strength because of the persistent exercise.

Fang Zhilan lay in her arms and exclaimed, "You are amazing!"

"..." Bai Nanrou suddenly wondered if he had picked up a mentally handicapped person.

Fortunately, this mentally handicapped person doesn't like to yell, but just sits in her arms, staring at her with watery eyes like a puppy, staring at her intently.

It's heart-wrenching to see.

In fact, Fang Zhilan looked at her not because of anything else, but because the person holding her was so familiar to his wife, so familiar that she seemed to have seen her countless times.

Where, where did I see you... She couldn't help but hum softly in a voice that only she could hear.

It wasn't until the electronic sound of "ding dong" sounded, and the familiar electronic sound: "Transmitting the plot of this world..." Fang Zhilan's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat, as if waking up from a dream.

From crossing over to half a minute ago, she was either under the control of drugs or her mind was disordered due to fever. She almost forgot that this was not her real world, but a new story——"The Overlord's Runaway Little Wife" .

And now...

As the overlord's little wife, she was actually in someone else's arms?And already had a good time with her?

What went wrong with the plot? She quickly browsed the original text in her mind, and found that the time she traveled through last night was just the beginning of the chapter. …

Fang Zhilan moved her stiff neck, and glanced at the surrounding environment.

The blue patterned carpet on the wide corridor of the hotel, and the paintings of famous artists hanging around, are not the same as the hotel where the hero stayed that night in the original text, right?

So... When she was lost in thought, Bai Nanrou was holding her and was about to pass by the door of the next room. With a "click", the door opened.

Fang Zhilan seemed to sense something, she shrank her head and hid in her beautiful sister's arms like a turtle without looking up.

Bai Nanrou's footsteps faltered, she never thought that she would meet her old acquaintance here.

It's just... She glanced at the trembling little thing in her arms, it seems that now is not the time to reminisce about the old days.

She kept silent, and was about to brush her body and walk over when the male protagonist Rong Yanchen, who was also in shock, spoke in front of her, with a trembling tone: "Nan Rou?"

Damn!

Fang Zhilan thought to herself, she didn't expect the second female lead to run into the male lead so quickly.

She grasped Bai Nanrou's sleeves tightly with both hands, for fear that she would forget her friends and leave the feverish self behind.

Fortunately, Bai Nanrou was very loyal, Fang Zhilan could feel her nodding her head, her tone was gentle and calm: "Mr. Rong, long time no see."

"You..." Rong Yanchen wanted to say something more, but Bai Nanrou frowned slightly, and said before him, "I'm sorry, I still have something to do now,"

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking nonsense and continued to stride towards the elevator.

Gee!

Fang Zhilan buried her head in her arms and snickered, unexpectedly, Bai Yueguang had the confidence to show no mercy to the all-powerful boss.

After entering the elevator, Fang Zhilan, who was holding her breath in Bai Nanrou's arms, finally showed her face and took a deep breath.

Her little movement did not escape Bai Nanrou's eyes, she looked at Fang Zhilan: "Are you avoiding him on purpose just now?"

She hadn't finished speaking, and before Fang Zhilan could answer, suddenly a bony hand blocked the door of the elevator that was about to close, and Rong Yanchen actually followed in.

Fang Zhilan's black hair was disheveled, and she was raising her head carelessly, her bright eyebrows caught Rong Yanchen's eyes unexpectedly.

The man's pupils trembled slightly, as if in disbelief, he looked at her and then at Bai Nanrou.