He only had one set of clothes. Song Yue wanted to bring more for him, but fearing his suspicion, she held back.
The clothing he was now wearing was a short-sleeved piece patched together from Song Yue’s clothes. It looked like patchwork, reminiscent of a quilt.
Because of this, even though Jun Mochan didn’t want to deal with Song Yue, he didn’t let her be overly embarrassed.
As long as she did not violate his principles, he would allow her to follow him!
"Why?" Where did his confidence come from?
Jun Mochan didn’t answer her any further. He located the largest tree on the island and began to chop it down.
"Do you think...your wife might believe you’re dead and remarry?"
Jun Mochan’s action ceased, his eyes as cold as the chilled stars, carrying an alarming chill, "I remember warning you not to speak ill of her!"
"I’m just expressing my thoughts. Where did I speak ill of her? Plus, you’re very handsome; I’m sure your wife must be beautiful too. It’s normal that many men would be interested in a beautiful woman!"
"Even if I died, she wouldn’t remarry!" How could Ye Ranran, who was so stubborn, possibly remarry?
"Would she then die for love?"
Jun Mochan squinted, his gaze sharp as a knife. "You seem very interested in my wife?"
"Of course, seeing how much you love her, anyone would be curious. Why not tell me your love story? Who pursued who?"
"I don’t have the time or interest." He wanted to save those beautiful memories to recount leisurely to Ye Ranran in the future.
Telling her, what does she mean by that?
"So stingy." Song Yue grumbled, pretending to be angry she turned her back to him.
Jun Mochan didn’t care about her petty behavior and continued with his work.
Song Yue stole a glance at him from the corner of her eye. Seeing Jun Mochan paying no attention to her, she felt somewhat annoyed.
She was showing herself off in front of him every day, yet he remained indifferent!
She didn’t believe it!
Song Yue quietly moved closer to Jun Mochan, pretending to step on a stone and losing her balance, she fell toward him.
She had calculated the angle and force, but she had not accounted for Jun Mochan’s sharpness!
Just as she was about to fall onto his back with her hand stretched out, Jun Mochan skillfully dodged. Song Yue ended up embracing thin air.
"You..." Song Yue, now lying on the ground, glared at Jun Mochan, "Do you not know how to treat a lady?"
"No, I don’t." If it was Ye Ranran, he understood very well. As for others, he wouldn’t know.
Song Yue felt a sense of failure. She knew that it wouldn’t take long for Jun Mochan to think of a way to leave this place, she had never doubted his intelligence.
Was her elaborate scheme really going to end in vain?
No, she wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen!
"I advise you not to harbor any inappropriate thoughts, otherwise it will be more than just a fall."
Jun Mochan’s back was as if it had eyes, being able to see Song Yue’s every move.
Song Yue utterly refused to admit it: "What did I do?"
"Out of all the places to stand, why stand behind me? And you’ve always been careful when walking, never bumping or stumbling, why would you suddenly lose your balance for no reason?"
Song Yue didn’t expect Jun Mochan to observe so carefully, that he noticed even the smallest details.
How much stranger could this man get?
Song Yue didn’t know that Ye Ranran was always being clumsy, inadvertently bumping into things. Her fair skin often ended up with some red marks.
So when he was with her, Jun Mochan was extremely attentive, always reaching out in time to catch Ye Ranran before she hit something.