Once this thought popped up, it spiraled out of control.
Mo Ran thought for a moment, and decided that she should start a dance class, teaching people who loved dancing how to dance.
This way, she could make money and continue her passion.
That settled it, she would discuss it with Mo Yan once her throat was better to see how to plan this dance class.
Filled with longing for her future career, Mo Ran went to sleep with a smile on her lips. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel(ꜰ)ire.net
Poor Gu Yixuan in the study suffered through the night, tossing and turning in bed like a pancake, without a wink of sleep.
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After a good night’s sleep, Mo Ran woke up, stretched lazily, and yawned on her way to the bathroom.
Gathering her messy hair up with a clip, she stood in front of the sink in her nightgown, squeezing toothpaste to brush her teeth.
There was a patch of gauze on her neck, covering a tiny incision from the surgery, but it wouldn’t leave a scar.
After brushing her teeth, she turned on the faucet to wash her face and carefully massaged the cleanser into her skin, then bent over to rinse.
A figure silently drifted into the bathroom, suddenly wrapping one hand around her waist and cupping her breast with the other.
Mo Ran jumped with fright, but the familiar scent quickly calmed her down.
Looking up into the mirror, she saw Gu Yixuan holding her tightly, with his hands unceasingly kneading her chest, kisses landing one after another on her neck.
Was this man, in the bright early morning, in heat?
Mo Ran elbowed him in the chest, and he let out a low groan that sounded like a moan, triggering endless fantasies.
Her face flushed red, and she started to struggle vigorously.
Her hips were suddenly pushed against by something hard, scaring her into staying still.
Gu Yixuan looked forward, catching sight in the mirror of her flushed cheeks, her gritted teeth, and a sly smile curling up the corners of his mouth.
"Ranran, what to do, I’m so hungry right now, I really want you."
Mo Ran’s face turned even redder, and she wrote on the misty mirror with her wet hand, ’Don’t touch me!’
She even added an exclamation mark to convey her anger at that moment.
Gu Yixuan held her tighter, making her feel his hunger, "Ranran, what if I starve to death?"
"No, I want to eat you."
Mo Ran was about to write again, but Gu Yixuan turned her around and kissed her lips, denying her the chance to express herself.