"Why so close?" Xiao Bao is still here, what is he trying to do?
"Where did Madam's thoughts go? You're staring at me in a daze, I'm just getting closer to make it easier for you to see. So, how is it? Am I handsome?"
Jun Mochan was very close to her, close enough for her to see the ripples in his eye lakes, petals floating on the surface like the spring light of March, enticing one to indulge.
Menace, Ye Ranran said inwardly, turning her head away and stubbornly said, "I don't feel anything."
"Really?" Jun Mochan moved closer, placing his hand on her waist, rubbing it off and on. "How about now? Do you feel something?"
This scoundrel!
"Stop messing around, I'm teaching Xiao Bao how to arrange flowers." Ye Ranran moved his hand away.
The soft touch lingered on his hand, Jun Mochan thought of Ye Ranran's captivating look beneath him, stirring an impulse to take her into the room and love her deeply.
