Yun Ran pulled the quilt over herself and, dragging her sore body, struggled to roll toward the corner of the wall. The more she felt the pain in her body, the more displeased she was with Nangong Mo!
Being stared at by the girl's eyes full of murderous intent and anger, Nangong Mo guiltily rubbed his nose, softly coaxing:
"Aran, be good! I'm just applying the medicine now. Would you please cooperate a bit? Let me finish applying it, hmm?"
"???"
Cooperate? Finish applying? What a joke!
Last time, she was in a deep sleep, unconscious of everything. Even though it was shameful, awkward, and embarrassing, at least she didn't have to face it directly, so she could deceive herself a bit.
But now she's fully awake, how could she let him...
In an instant, the murderous intent in Yun Ran's eyes deepened as she looked at Nangong Mo.
"Leave the medicine, you can leave now."
Her voice was cool, icy, and heartless.
