""All right," Mo Xiuchen agreed somewhat reluctantly.
He paused, then added, "Even if Shen Yuting asks you to accompany her, don't agree to it, Ranran. I don't like you seeing Jiang Liu."
Wen Ran was startled, looking at the big two characters written all over Mo Xiuchen's face: 'jealousy.' She suddenly laughed, with her eyes curving into crescents, in such a pleasant mood.
"Mo Xiuchen, you look really handsome when you're jealous."
Mo Xiuchen narrowed his eyes and stared at Wen Ran's brightly smiling face for two seconds, then with a pull of his hand, he pressed her onto the sofa and kissed her lips.
...
It was two hours later when Wen Ran finally got her freedom.
After all the exertion, she was so weak that even washing up afterward was done with Mo Xiuchen carrying her to the bathroom.
"Ranran, go to sleep."
Mo Xiuchen placed Wen Ran on the bed, pulled the blanket over her, and kissed her forehead, his slightly hoarse voice falling soft on her ear.
