74 Don’t Think Too Much
“Mother is taking a bath. Sweetcake needs a bath too!”
Feng Chen followed with the little packrat in his arms. When the little packrat saw Yun Ran soaking in the stream, she thought that she was taking a bath, so she flapped her little arms to insist on taking a bath too.
Feng Chen had just taken two steps forward when he was stopped by someone.
“That water is too cold to wash Sweetcake. Wait where you are with her.”
At first, Feng Chen did not think too much about it and waited on the spot. However, after a certain someone asked all the secret guards to turn around and clean up all the unrelated people by the stream, he suddenly realized something.
Mo Beiyuan, the bastard, did not let him carry Sweetcake to the stream not because the water was cold, but because he was afraid that men like him would go over and see Yun Ran in the water.
This was probably a man’s possessiveness!
Yun Ran soaked in the bone-chilling stream of cold autumn before the unbearable heat in her body eased a little. After her clothes were soaked in water, they clung to her body, outlining her exquisite figure. Her black silk-like hair was also wet and cold against her cheeks and pink neck.
Mo Beiyuan stood by the stream, his dark and deep eyes staring at the woman in the water.
He frowned as he a hint of anger.
How did this woman grow up? Was she not guarded at all?
She didn’t even look at the situation here before jumping into the water. Didn’t she know how many pairs of eyes were following her?
If word got out, her reputation would be ruined!
Yun Ran didn’t know that someone had worried about her.
After all, in an environment like the apocalypse, no one could live exquisitely.
Yun Ran raised her watery eyes slightly and met Mo Beiyuan’s gaze. Their gazes intertwined. Yun Ran blinked at him, and the water droplets on her eyelashes trembled. Her small face looked even more delicate, pure, and flirtatious.
Only then did Mo Beiyuan realize how long he had been staring at this woman. He said stiffly, “I’m not a lecherous person. I’m afraid that the spiritual root in your body will be unstable and you’ll drown here. Don’t think too much.”
Yun Ran was speechless.
Who was thinking too much?
When did she say that he was a lecher?
Was there a lecherous person who would tell someone to get lost when facing the confession of the number one goddess?
Yun Ran didn’t speak. Her slightly pursed lips drew a graceful arc.
This man gave her a sense of security she had never felt before.
Regardless of whether the man in front of her was concerned about her because of the Gu poison, she felt quite warm.
On the shore, Mo Beiyuan’s expression suddenly changed.
Under the autumn sun, the man’s different eyes were dark, unfathomable, strange, and indistinguishable. He was like a ferocious beast ready to attack, emitting a dangerous message.
Yun Ran’s pupils trembled slightly as if she sensed danger at the same time. She turned abruptly.
In the stream, there seemed to be a huge black shadow swimming toward her.
What the hell was that?
Yun Ran’s instinct was that there was danger. She turned and paddled toward the shore.
Unexpectedly, the ghostly thing behind her also chased after her, causing the water around Yun Ran to fluctuate violently.
The man on the shore had already drawn his sword. With a tap of his toes, he jumped into the water. He grabbed Yun Ran’s arm with one hand and held the sword with the other. There was actually a hint of panic on his face.
“Mo Beiyuan, what is that?”
Yun Ran bumped into his chest. She didn’t have time to think about how intimate and dangerous their positions were at that moment. She only raised her face to ask him, “What is that?”