"You're really jealous, aren't you?"
"I'm not!"
"Ranran, I wouldn't laugh at you."
She really wanted to roll her eyes. How could this man be so conceited to assume that she must be jealous over him?
"I'm very tired tonight and want to sleep." This excuse should work, right?
"You go to sleep, I'll do my thing, you don't need to exert any effort." Gu Yixuan's hand started to wander, slipping under the blanket and fumbling with her neckline.
In a moment of panic, Mo Ran reached out to hold his hand, and the burn got touched, causing her to gasp in pain. Weird, the injury seems to have gotten worse. Why does it hurt so much?
Gu Yixuan realized something was wrong, reflexively grabbing her hand, only to be met with her cry of pain.
He quickly let go, turned on the bedside lamp, and only then saw her slender hands, all blistered.
"How did this happen?" He grabbed her wrist and asked, frowning, as his eyes flickered imperceptibly with a hint of grimness.
