For a long time, Yun Ran's scattered soul and spirit slowly returned to their place,
finally realizing what Nangong Mo had done…
Her small hand pressed against his chest, attempting to push him away, but the man was as immovable as a mountain, no matter how she tried, she couldn't budge him an inch.
It wasn't until Yun Ran felt she might suffocate that the man seemed to finally have a conscience and released her.
Yun Ran's little face was flushed, her eyes like autumn water, glaring angrily at the man responsible.
"Nangong Mo, you, you, you…"
She said "you" for a long time without knowing what she wanted to say.
"Lin Wanyue."
"You, you, you, don't call me that…"
Hearing those words now made Yun Ran's heart tremble a little.
Nangong Mo looked at her with deep, dark eyes, sighed softly, and gently caressed her cheek.
Yun Ran's little heart fluttered, and she leaned her head back as much as she could, "Nangong Mo, you, you, you, let go…"
