"Let’s wait a few months, we’re not in a rush anyway. Alright, get out, I need to shower."
After pushing him out, Mo Ran immediately closed the door.
Gu Yixuan stood in front of the carved glass door, expressionless.
Mo Ran had lied to him; her recent meetings with Mo Yan were not about chatting to pass the time, but rather about preparing for the dance class.
Why didn’t she tell him the truth? And why didn’t she let him help?
Even more, she’d rather cooperate with a stranger than ask for his assistance.
Through investigation, he knew that the man was a Singaporean Chinese named Yuan Zhe, other than that, no information could be found.
That man made him feel threatened, especially his face—it posed the greatest threat to him.
He believed that any woman would find it hard to resist such attractiveness.
However, he trusted that Mo Ran wouldn’t be moved by him, but from the photos, when Yuan Zhe shook hands with Mo Ran, his eyes were filled with possessiveness. Original content can be found at novelꜰire.net
Like an eagle eying its prey with that cold, focused determination, not allowing for failure.
He was familiar with such a look, as he had once possessed it too.
Yuan Zhe was very interested in Mo Ran; he would definitely pursue her and wouldn’t give up easily.
In time, would Mo Ran’s heart waver?
The mere thought was unbearable for Gu Yixuan.
No, he must not give Mo Ran and Yuan Zhe any chance to be together.
Mo Ran came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, and Gu Yixuan motioned to her with a hairdryer.
"Come here, I’ll dry your hair for you."
Mo Ran walked over and sat on the bed, dabbing her head with a dry towel.
Gu Yixuan turned on the hairdryer and skillfully began to dry her hair from the top.
"Let’s go register our marriage tomorrow."
Mo Ran paused, "So soon?"
She turned around, looking at him with confusion, "Gu Yixuan, what’s wrong? You seem, very eager to get married right away."
"Yes, I do want to become your husband right away, so you will belong to me alone, and won’t run away again."
Mo Ran couldn’t help but laugh, "How could I run away? You sound like a child."
He always felt at ease only after marking his belongings.
But Gu Yixuan was serious, "I mean it, let’s go register tomorrow. We can have the wedding months later, but you must become my wife immediately. Don’t you want to become my real wife? Ranran, isn’t your heart as anxious as mine?"