Ye Ranran, who was accustomed to wearing high heels, could manage this with no problem; it was mainly due to her distressful night.
In fact, she didn’t know that Jun Mochan really wanted to help her bathe, it’s just that he had a document that needed urgent attention now.
It was sent over by Zhou Xian.
Before he could find out how Song Ze got wind of the leaked document, another piece of worse news came in.
He had to act quickly to prevent this from affecting Zhou Xian.
Jun Mochan had calculated the time and ended his conversation with Zhou Xian just before Ye Ranran came out.
"Are you very busy?" Ye Ranran, drying her hair, asked as she stood by the door watching Jun Mochan.
"Ranran, are you worried about me?" Jun Mochan walked towards her, his eyes fixated on hers.
His deep and charming gaze was making her lose herself. Ye Ranran lowered her eyelids slightly, "Of course, I am worried."
"How much are you worried?" Jun Mochan asked seriously.
Ye Ranran realized that no matter what, this man always found a way to flirt with her.
"Just a little bit." She indicated a tiny spot on her fingernail.
"Just this little? Considering how much I care about you, Ranran, this could break my heart." Jun Mochan whispered softly in Ye Ranran’s ear.
The heat of his breath on Ye Ranran’s face made her blush.
This man was always finding new ways to flirt with her.
"Do you still keep your promise?" Ye Ranran quickly changed the subject.
Each time this happened, she tried to divert the conversation to escape his teasing.
But today, Jun Mochan was not about to let her off the hook so easily.
"Won’t Ranran comfort me a little?" He was heartbroken, she at least owed him a reward.
Ye Ranran stretched up in her tiptoes, her lips lightly touching Jun Mochan’s lips: "There, can we go now?"
Jun Mochan squinted his eyes, a playful smile flashed across them. He took Ye Ranran’s hand: "Let’s go, time to put up the Fu."
The butler had already prepared everything they needed. When he saw Jun Mochan and Ye Ranran coming down, he quickly moved aside.
Jun Mochan smeared the glue on the back of the Fu character and took it to the door.
Ye Ranran donning a down jacket, was standing next to Jun Mochan.
Looking at the five-meter-high door, she raised an eyebrow: "How do you plan on getting up there?"
"Fly up there, do you believe me, Ranran?"
"You think you’re an ancient swordsman?" Ye Ranran rolled her eyes.
Jun Mochan brought out a ladder from somewhere: "I may not be a swordsman, but I can be a flower thief, but I’ll only steal this Ranran flower."
"Alright, I’ll ’steal’ you too then.", Ye Ranran retorted.
"Wait for me, I’ll ’steal’ you in a while." Jun Mochan climbed up the ladder, holding the fu character in his hand, he slightly held it against the door and looked down at Ye Ranran, "Is it okay to paste it this way?"
"It’s a bit tilted, move it to the side a bit."
Jun Mochan moved it a bit.
"You’ve moved it too much, move it back a little."
Under Ye Ranran’s guidance, it took Jun Mochan half an hour to finally get the Fu character pasted.
Then, he hung two large red lanterns.
Under the red glow, Ye Ranran’s face turned even redder.
Jun Mochan held her tightly: "Does Ranran still mean what she said earlier?"
Jun Mochan’s implication in his eyes was too strong, so strong that Ye Ranran could not ignore it.
She turned her face slightly: "What did I say earlier? I don’t remember."
"I remember what you said, you said I could ’steal’ you, don’t you stand by your words, Ranran?"