Mo Ran remembered her phone, took it out, and dialed Gu Yixuan’s number—fortunately, it was on her.
After two rings, the call connected and Gu Yixuan’s voice, tinged with a smile, came through, "What’s up?"
"Gu Yixuan, let me out now! Do you hear me? Let me out!" Mo Ran was truly terrified and suddenly burst into tears.
"What’s wrong?" Gu Yixuan asked anxiously.
"Let me out, please, quickly!"
Before she could finish, Gu Yixuan was already rushing upstairs.
In just a few seconds, the door burst open, a figure rushed in, grabbed her arm, and asked, "What happened? Is it a stomachache? Or are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
"Slap—" A loud slap suddenly landed on his face.
Gu Yixuan was stunned.
With tear-streaked cheeks, Mo Ran glared at him and bitterly said, "Why are you locking me up? Are you planning to imprison me again?! Let me tell you, if you imprison me again, I’ll die right in front of you!"
Gu Yixuan blinked blankly and asked, "Are you all right?"
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Gu Yixuan looked her up and down, making sure she was fine, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"I’m not trying to imprison you; I just didn’t want you to go downstairs. Didn’t I tell you? Wait until tonight."
"Why can’t I go downstairs? What are you planning?" Mo Ran asked angrily.
A flush quickly crossed Gu Yixuan’s face, and he looked away, awkwardly saying, "Don’t ask about that right now, we’ll talk about it tonight."
"No, I want to know now!" Who knows what he’s plotting.
After speaking, Mo Ran attempted to leave, but Gu Yixuan held her back, "Ranran, don’t go down now, wait until tonight."
His voice carried a hint of pleading.
Mo Ran glanced at him, puzzled, her curiosity growing stronger, "Let go of me. If you won’t let me see now, I won’t want to see even at night."
He hadn’t finished speaking when Mo Ran shook off his hand and walked out.
Gu Yixuan, feeling ashamed and agitated, ruffled his hair and reluctantly followed her out.
Mo Ran stood still on the stairway corridor, utterly unable to believe her eyes.
Downstairs, the vast living room was filled with bright, dripping red roses, and even the white stair rails were entwined with many roses.