Jun Mochan didn’t say when he would be back today, and she didn’t dare to call him, could only wait at the door.
And she waited until eleven o’clock at night.
"Madam, why don’t you give the master a call?" Mrs. Wu looked at Ye Ranran’s lonely figure, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
Ye Ranran shook her head: "No, I guess he’s almost back."
Jun Mochan has never come back so late, he has also never gone a day without calling her.
Only when he neglected her did she realize how terrifying a habit can be.
She was already used to his omnipresent gentleness.
"You go to sleep first, I’ll just wait here."
Mrs. Wu gave her a look, wanted to persuade her, but in the end said nothing, let out a sigh and left.
At half past eleven, Jun Mochan’s car appeared at the door, Ye Ranran wanted to approach, but she lacked the courage.
From afar, Jun Mochan saw her standing alone in the dark night, her skirt flaring in the wind, like a fallen butterfly.
His face looked very bad, and he got out of the car before it even stopped.
"Why are you standing here?" Jun Mochan wanted to question her loudly, but his voice carried an unknown gentleness.
"I was waiting for you." Ye Ranran’s face burst into a dazzling smile.
Jun Mochan’s face was icy cold: "What if I didn’t come back?"
"You would definitely come back." Ye Ranran asserted confidently.
Jun Mochan, irritated, loosened his collar: "It’s cold, can’t you put on more clothing?"
Just standing here in a cotton dress, aren’t you cold?
"I didn’t feel cold until you mentioned it." Ye Ranran chuckled.
"Let’s go, let’s go home." Jun Mochan wrapped his arm around her, feeling a touch of coldness.
Jun Mochan took off his coat and draped it over her: "If you catch a cold tomorrow, see how I’ll deal with you."
"No need for you to handle it, I’ll take care of myself."
"What did you say?" Jun Mochan stopped in his tracks, looking dangerous.
Seems like he really spoiled her too much, she’s become reckless.
"I didn’t say anything, can you stop being angry? I promise I won’t drink so much again." Ye Ranran made a pledge.
Jun Mochan sneered: "I thought you promised you’d never go to the bar again."
"Sometimes I really have to go, just like you can’t avoid some of your drinking engagements." Ye Ranran weakly rebutted.
Jun Mochan lifted her chin: "Without my permission, who dares to force you?"
"But I also need some private life, don’t I?" Ye Ranran turned her head away, avoiding his mesmerizing gaze.
"Your private life is me." Jun Mochan lifted her up in his arms.
Ye Ranran exclaimed in surprise, automatically embracing his neck: "What are you doing?"
"Didn’t you wait for me all night? Naturally, I need to take good care of you."
Jun Mochan tossed Ye Ranran onto the bed. Just as she tried to retreat, he leaned over her with his tall body.
"You..." Before she could open her mouth, Jun Mochan shut her up.
While invading her mouth relentlessly, he kindled a fire on her body.
When Ye Ranran was melting like butter, he stopped.
Ye Ranran looked at him with innocent yet longing eyes.
"Say it, you’ll never go to the bar again." Jun Mochan whispered in her ear, his big hand still teasing her softness.
Ye Ranran was so aroused by him that she felt as if she were on fire, yet this man refused to satisfy her.
"So you’re not agreeing?" Jun Mochan’s hand teased her lower, intermittently.
Ye Ranran felt extremely uncomfortable: "No, no more."
"Then I’ll stop?" Just as Jun Mochan said this, he indeed stopped.
Ye Ranran bit her lower lip, looking at him with a wronged expression.