Yun Ran grabbed the cushion from the inside and threw it forcefully at his handsome face.
The force was incomparable to usual, but Yun Ran furrowed her brows tightly and gasped involuntarily.
"Aran, is your body still hurting?"
Nangong Mo immediately grew tense, he couldn't tease her anymore, reached out to lift her quilt and check.
Yun Ran was startled, "No! You can't!"
Nangong Mo's hand froze in mid-air, he looked at Yun Ran nervously, "What's wrong? Aran? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?"
Yun Ran tightly gripped the quilt with both hands, looking at him warily, "No, not uncomfortable, if there's nothing wrong you should go out now, I want to sleep a bit more."
The man's brow furrowed lightly, he stared at her for a while with an understanding smile and teased, "It seems my dear Aran is feeling shy?"
"......"
Yun Ran's breath hitched, glaring at him annoyed, "Who's your Aran! Stop spouting nonsense!"
The man nodded agreeably, "Alright, I won't say, let me have a look."
