"Why haven't you taken it off?"
Yun Ran got up and walked over. She looked at him steadily and asked.
Her pale little face came closer and closer.
Mo Beiyuan's throat tightened, and all the muscles in his body seemed to tense up because of her approach.
"The night is too cold. Your clothes are too thin."
Yun Ran was speechless.
She asked him to take off his clothes, but he said that she was wearing too little.
"I'm not cold. Aren't you going to apply medication? Let me take a look at your wound. I wonder if it cracked when you fought with Junye just now."
Yun Ran frowned. Because all her attention was on his wound, she did not think too much about the meaning of his words.
Mo Beiyuan placed his slender fingers on his waist. Under her gaze, he took off his clothes, revealing his firm and sexy muscles.
Now it was Yun Ran's turn to feel uncomfortable.
