After helping herself onto the bed, Ye Ranran left.
One was quite satisfied with her tactful behavior. At least this woman had some self-awareness.
As soon as he was done praising her, the door was opened from the outside. One instantly reached for the gun beside him in alarm, only to grasp at empty air.
In just a short while, someone had already approached the bed. Who could it be if not Ye Ranran?
In her arms was a quilt.
She spread the quilt on One’s bed, said nothing, grabbed a large bag, and left.
At this time, it was already past dinner. The sky was gradually darkening and would soon be completely dark.
Avoiding everyone’s gaze, Ye Ranran headed towards the mountain.
She never forgot about the rifle and was afraid that the bloodstains on the ground would attract enemies.
Luckily, there was no trace apart from the initial few steps.
Ye Ranran gathered some sand to cover the bloodstains, then put the rifle into the bag. After taking a look around and making sure no one was present, she headed back.
When she returned to the room, she found One still sitting in front of the bed, staring coldly at her.
His face was pale and covered with cold sweat. Clearly, the pain was not as minor as he pretended it was.
Ye Ranran walked to his bedside and asked in a relatively gentle tone, "Do you need a painkiller?"
"No need." For some reason, One didn’t want to admit to his pain in front of her. It seemed that if he took the painkiller, he would be admitting to the pain, and that would mean admitting defeat.
"Why are you so stubborn?" Ye Ranran shook her head helplessly. She opened her palm, revealing a pill: "I bought this for you earlier. Take it."
"Thank you, but I don’t need it." One insisted.
"Are you going to take it or not?" Ye Ranran asked again.
"No..." Before he could finish, Ye Ranran stuffed the pill into his mouth and then closed it.
You..." As One was about to spit out the pill, Ye Ranran was prepared, picking up a glass of water from the side, holding his chin, and making him swallow it directly.
She carried out these series of actions swiftly and smoothly.
In the end, she even patted One’s chest, saying with a smile, "I’ve already bought it. If you don’t take it, wouldn’t that be wasting my effort?"
Her brows were filled with a smile, but there was no hint of it in her eyes.
Actually, Ye Ranran and Jun Mochan were quite similar. They were always seemingly smiling, but genuine smiles rarely reached the depths of their hearts.
In this world, apart from Jun Mochan, there probably wasn’t anyone else who could genuinely make her smile.
After taking the pill, the pain was significantly reduced and One was not as pale as before.
However, he only glanced at Ye Ranran without expressing any gratitude.
"Let me help you lie down." Ye Ranran placed her hand on his shoulder.
Her hand was cool, touching his scorching skin, causing a slight shudder from One.
From childhood to adulthood, he had never touched a woman. He always regarded them as troublesome creatures, but perhaps he was wrong.
He could try to accept this creature he had never liked.
However, Ye Ranran was oblivious to One’s inner emotions. All she knew was that she needed to take care of him, ensuring nothing happened to him before the doctor arrived the next day.
She had no idea what mission he was on, why he was injured. All she knew was that considering the severity of his injuries, the mission must have been major.
Since Jun Mochan trusted him with such an important mission, he must be his trusted aide.