n ration tickets, twelve feet of cloth ration tickets, and five jin of oil ration tickets, she now also had one jin of snacks ration tickets. She felt much more financially secure now.She’s really tur...Ning Yuan didn't notice his absent-mindedness, seeing that the people around her were silent, she only focused on grilling meat.

She raised her hand and tugged on his sleeve: "What do you think of my idea"

Rong Zhaonan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting shadows on his fair and pale face: "It's nothing. Although things have loosened up these past two years, we still need to be cautious."

If someone sent her to infiltrate him, why would she pretend to be so desperately poor

Was she not given enough activity funding when she came online

Ning Yuan smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, I'll be careful not to hold you back. Speaking of which, are there any more melons I want to eat melons!"

After this, she still hoped that this big shot would hunt more game in the mountains to sell.

She would make an excellent double agent!

Rong Zhaonan glanced at her and said, "Fine, I'll get it."

I think her smile is a bit too eager, like a sly businessman.

......

The two of them tossed and turned for half the night before finally properly smoking the meat in two rounds. Ning Yuan was both tired and sleepy, flipping the meat while dozing off intermittently.

Rong Zhaonan sat by the bonfire, and suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. He turned his face to look, and Ning Yuan was leaning against him, her head resting on his shoulder asleep.

Long braids, round cheeks softly leaning against his shoulder, lips soft and moist, like a harmless rabbit.

He had a deep gaze, and for some reason, he didn't say anything, letting her lean against him and fall asleep.

Even he didn't realize he had closed his eyes.

When Ning Yuan woke up, the sky was already faintly lit.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she found herself pressed against a solid chest. Lifting her gaze, she was met with the sleeping face of a man, right before her.

Ning Yuan was so dazed she almost slapped him, but luckily she came to her senses and held back.

Only then did she notice that she had fallen asleep in Rong Zhaonan's arms, her head resting on his arm.

His breath fell onto her forehead, so close that she could see his eyelashes like dense, long, and straight fans, a high nose, and thin lips.

She gasped for air. This face....

It was truly born into an inappropriate era.

She couldn't help but sigh again, thinking that if he were born a few decades later, he would definitely be the top idol in the entertainment industry, with little girls going crazy and spending money just to get a smile from him.

But born in the late 1970s and early 1980s, when tough guy styles popularized by Takeshi Kaneshiro were all the rage... he was really a "pretty boy" that most girls wouldn't look at.

"What are you looking at" someone asked abruptly.

"Look at the pretty boy," she replied absentmindedly.

"Hmph..." The man sneered.

"(⊙o⊙)…Ning Yuan was startled, her round eyes met a pair of cold and deep phoenix eyes. "

She said dryly, "Ahahaha......Rong... Doctor Rong, you're awake! I'm awake too. It's getting light. Time to go to work."

She can't remember his name when she gets nervous.

Rong Zhaonan looked at the girl in his arms without any expression: "Disgusted"

Ning Yuan stared blankly: "Huh"

What are you complaining about Complaining about the effort put in

Rongshen Nan turned over and sat up, "When you used me as a pillow and blanket last night, you didn't find me objectionable."

Ning Yuan blushed instantly and quickly sat up: "No... I didn't... dislike it! That wasn't what I meant!"

What's going on, this big shot's words are making people think too much and misunderstand! It's like something happened between them.

"Then what do you mean" Rong Zhaonan sneered, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

He had been ridiculed since he was a child for his androgynous face.

Some even said he was like those vicious "white-faced devils" in old Shanghai who made a living swindling women out of their money.can't accept it. Besides, a country bumpkin wouldn't use clam oil for their face and hands. They're not so delicate.""Níngyuán instead held onto her hand: 'Then I should return the egg to you, Mànhuā....