By the time they got home, it was already ten o'clock.
Mo Xiuchen handed Wen Ran the medicine and watched her finish it, then he fed her a date.
"Ranran, is it bitter?"
In his eyes, filled with tenderness, a touch of heartache appeared.
Wen Ran chuckled and shook her head, "No, it's not bitter."
Chinese medicine, how could it not be bitter? Mo Xiuchen had drank it for months, and if she wasn't stopping him now, he would rather keep taking it with her.
After Nanny Zhang took away the medicinal bowl, he grabbed her hand, stood up, and whispered: "We should sleep early tonight, we have a morning flight tomorrow. Being on a plane for over ten hours can be very tiring."
"Okay!"
Wen Ran smiled at him, letting him hold her small hand, and they headed upstairs together.
Returning to the master bedroom, Mo Xiuchen let go of Wen Ran's hand to fill the bathtub for her. Wen Ran's phone rang, distracting her attention, and she picked up her phone to answer.
"Brother!"
