"Ms. Bianca, I'm back."

Rita opened the door happily and looked at the figure sitting on the sofa watching TV. She thought it was Lady Bianca whom she cherished.

But when he got closer, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He immediately took out the sickle from under her skirt and put it on Fu Ming's neck. A soft and charming voice sounded from Rita's mouth:

"Huh?! Who are you? Why are you in Mistress Bianca's house?"

Fu Ming lowered his eyes and looked at the scythe on his neck that was as curved as a crescent moon and as sharp as a cold star. He remained unmoved and said calmly: "Miss Rita, it is very impolite to point a weapon at a guest."

Rita smiled brightly, but did not put down the scythe in her hand. She glanced around with her peripheral vision, but did not see Bianca, and asked:

"Where is Lady Bianca?"

"Hahaha... She just... Haha, after taking a shower, she is in the room... Hey~ she's bleeding, ya buy the way!"

Fu Ming watched the funny show on TV, couldn't help but burst out laughing, and then blurted out. Then his neck hurt, and a few drops of cold sweat broke out on Fu Ming's forehead. He looked at Rita with a smile on his face, but there was killing intent in his eyes.

Bianca heard Fu Ming's wailing, and poked her head out of the room in confusion. Her hair, which had not had time to dry, was still shining with a crystal luster because of the water droplets that had not yet completely dried.

Seeing that Rita was back, a smile suddenly appeared on her face and she walked out of the room, holding a towel ready to wipe her hair.

"Rita, Fu Ming, what are you doing?"

"Lord Bianca, let me dry your hair."

"it is good."

Looking at Bianca who had just come out of water, and the water droplets on her white neck sliding down the curve, Rita's eyes flashed with light, she dropped the sickle in her hand, took the towel from Bianca's hand, and wiped it gently.

"Hi~"

The scythe dropped by Rita was inserted between Fu Ming's legs under Fu Ming's frightened gaze, and then he stretched out his fingers and pushed it away slightly before falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

Rita glanced slightly at the sound and looked at Bianca who was enjoying her service with her eyes closed. She smiled inwardly and said, "Ms. Bianca, is this...?"

Bianca opened one eye, looked at Fu Ming as if nothing had happened, pretended to watch TV, and said with a smile: "His name is Fu Ming, a friend of mine. Thanks to him these days, will you take me out to eat?" Delicious food.”

Hearing this, Rita looked at Bianca's smile and stopped moving her hands.

Fu Ming heard the two talking about him and stood up to participate, but was dismissed by Rita with a glare and sat back on the sofa.

His hand gently brushed the wound on his neck, which then healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then he continued to watch TV, bursts of laughter from time to time.

Rita held Bianca's golden hair and gently wiped it with a towel. Then she remembered the bag she left in the hallway and looked at Bianca expectantly:

"Ms. Bianca, I brought a lot of clothes this time. Do you want to try them?"

Bianca's eyes were flickering and she was a little ashamed: "Next time, Rita."

Although Rita was a little disappointed, she looked at Fu Ming aside and said nothing, and gave a faint hum.

"Okay, Lady Bianca, it's getting late. I'll go get you some food."

Rita put away the towel, combed it with satisfaction, nodded with satisfaction, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, and then let out an exclamation. Bianca's expression changed, she got up and went back to the room to lock the door.

Fu Ming looked at Bianca's leaving figure and shrugged, with a wry smile on his lips.

Time flies, and a few days pass in the blink of an eye...

Fu Ming sat alone by the bed and sighed. After hearing Rita's call, he put away the Honkai crystal he had just taken out from the treasure bag, pushed the door open, and looked at the sumptuous breakfast on the table with a sad look on his face. It also disappeared.

"Rita, it's so rich every day. I'm almost embarrassed. Isn't Bianca awake yet?"

Fu Ming picked up a small soup dumpling with chopsticks, bit into the thin outer layer of dough, sucked the rich soup inside, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

Looking at Fu Ming who needed wake-up calls every day, Rita forced a smile and said: "Ms. Bianca has always been self-disciplined. She went out for a morning run when it was still dark."

It happened that the doorbell rang at this time, and Rita stood up to open the door. Fu Ming turned around and looked at Bianca, who was wearing a sports vest, slowly swallowed the soup dumpling in her mouth, and smacked her lips with unfinished content.

He murmured: "Majuan, geniuses work so hard, and others still work like a hammer..."

Bianca took the towel handed by Rita, gently wiped the thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and then hung it on her delicate and slender neck.

Then he looked at Fu Ming who was staring at him, showed a smile and said:

"Good morning, Fu Ming."

Fu Ming withdrew his gaze, picked up a soup dumpling and stuffed it into Bianca's mouth. He said with a gentle expression, "...Good morning, Bianca, I just made the soup dumpling. Please try it."

Kiana: Ah Ming, you have never been so proactive towards me! ! !

Rita: Lady Bianca, I did that! ! !

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