A chill flashed in Jun Mochan’s eyes, emanating coldness from his entire being.
As she lowered her head, about to push him away, Jun Mochan sensed her intention and held the back of her head with his large hand.
Forcing her to raise her head.
Feeling the increasing warmth coming from Ye Ranran, Jun Mochan finally released her.
"Never say sorry or thank you to me," Jun Mochan rubbed Ye Ranran’s face with his fingertips.
Ye Ranran’s skin was tender and smooth, like touching satin, irresistibly touchable.
Her face turned red, she gently punched Jun Mochan and hung her head without uttering a word.
"Spill it out. What happened today?" Jun Mochan lifted Ye Ranran’s chin, narrowed his eyes, "Not even a moment away from me and you ran off with some other guy, not too shabby."
"What do you mean I ran off with him? He dragged me away forcefully. Can’t you be reasonable?" Ye Ranran rolled her eyes.
A fierce look flashed in Jun Mochan’s eyes, too quick to catch, "Couldn’t you resist him?"
Ye Ranran lifted her hands, "Who says I didn’t resist? Can’t you see it’s all red?"
Ye Ranran’s skin was naturally delicate, any slight force will leave it red, her wrists now were all purple and red, indicative of how roughly she was grabbed.
Jun Mochan grabbed her hand, his fingers brushed gently over it, like a feather drifting over Ye Ranran’s heart, tickling her.
"It doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s not injured, it’ll heal very soon." Seeing his concerned expression, Ye Ranran tried to pull her hand back.
But Jun Mochan grabbed it, not letting her escape, yet fearing to hurt her, he didn’t use much force.
"Put some medicine on," Jun Mochan brought Ye Ranran back into the car.
Ah Chuan sat at the driver’s seat, trying his best to be invisible.
"Ah Chuan, bring my ointment."
Ah Chuan opened a small box in the front of the car, took out the ointment and two cotton swabs, and handed them to Jun Mochan.
Jun Mochan put some ointment on a cotton swab, carefully applying it to Ye Ranran’s wound.
There being a third person made Ye Ranran a bit embarrassed: "I’ll do it myself."
As she said this, she tried to take the cotton swab and ointment, Jun Mochan gave her a look, and casually said: "Does Mrs. Jun want me to hold her while applying the medication?"
Ye Ranran dared not move again.
Jun Mochan’s hands were attractive, with distinct bone structure, fair and long, without a single flaw, even more exquisite than a hand model’s.
Ye Ranran’s gaze followed his hand upwards, seeing his chiselled face devoid of the usual playfulness.
His thin lips were tightly pursed, exuding a wave of seriousness and "do not disturb" vibe.
"If Mrs. Jun wants to look, she can openly stare," Jun Mochan suddenly leaned in closer to her.
"Wh-who’s, who’s staring at you." Ye Ranran could barely utter words.
This man is so shameless.
"Right, Mrs. Jun wasn’t secretly staring at me." Jun Mochan put the ointment away.
Through the gap, Ye Ranran looked outside, she realised they were at the place where she attended university.
"Jun Mochan, let’s go for a walk." Ye Ranran said excitedly.
He didn’t know why she suddenly became so thrilled, but if she was happy, then Jun Mochan was too, so he nodded without a second thought, "Sure."
Ye Ranran and Jun Mochan walked hand in hand around the campus.
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