But how could that be possible?
She saw with her own eyes that Xie Yuan had taken it.
“Sister, what’s the matter?
Your face is so red.” Ye Tianjiao noticed something was wrong with her and stepped forward worriedly.
One man, however, was quicker and reached out to support Ye Ranran: “I think she’s drunk, I’ll take her to rest first.”
“Don’t touch me.” Ye Ranran tried to push him away, but found herself unable to muster any strength.
The drug was incredibly strong.
Ye Ranran bit her lip hard and the metallic taste of blood in her mouth seemed to give her a bit of her sanity back.
She wanted to shout for Ye Tianjing, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was a whimper.
Xie Yuan took her out of the room and brought her into another room.
Ye Ranran closed her eyes pretending to be unconscious.
Xie Yuan laid her on the bed, pinched her chin and examined her for a moment: “I didn’t want to at first, but playing around is fine too.”
“Stop pretending, I know you’re conscious.”
Ye Ranran, forced to open her eyes, glared coldly at Xie Yuan: “Dare to touch me, and my husband Jun Mochan will make you pay.”
Hearing this name, a chill ran down Xie Yuan’s spine, his expression darkening: “Jun Mochan’s woman.”
Xie Yuan sits on Ye Ranran,
Ye Ranran gathers all the strength she’s managed to muster and kicks Xie Yuan.
“Uh.” Xie Yuan grunts, falling onto the bed.
Ye Ranran doesn’t dare to look at him, slides off the bed and, as her legs give way, kneels on the floor.
She crawls towards the door with arms and knees, manages to stand up with great effort and opens the door.
Footsteps can be heard in the room.
Ye Ranran doesn’t dare to linger and runs off as fast as she can manage.
Suddenly, she bumps into someone.
As she’s about to fall, a pair of strong arms catches her, followed by a familiar scent.
“You’re finally here.” Ye Ranran snuggles safely into his arms.
Seeing Ye Ranran’s unusually flushed face and feeling the intense heat radiating from her, Jun Mochan looks grim.
“Ah Chuan, find out who is responsible.” Leaving those words, Jun Mochan carries Ye Ranran away.
As she relaxes, Ye Ranran’s consciousness becomes hazy.
“This feels so good.” Ye Ranran wraps her arms around Jun Mochan’s neck, nuzzling against him dearly.
When her face brushes against his shirt, she feels discomfort and clings tighter to Jun Mochan’s neck,
He gently soothes her: “Good girl, we’ll be home soon.”
“No, I don’t want to go back, those people are not good.”
“Hmm, they’re not good, shall I teach them a lesson for you?” Jun Mochan carries her into the car.
The driver discreetly pulls up a soundproof divider and focuses on driving.
“It’s so hot.” Ye Ranran leans her head against Jun Mochan’s chest,
“Hang in there, we’ll be home soon.” Jun Mochan grabs her wiggling hand.