The next day, Ye Ranran naturally woke up late.
"I'll take the baby to school, you can pick him up a bit later," Jun Mochan said softly in her ear.
Ye Ranran heard it, but she was too exhausted to respond, her eyes wouldn't even open.
Jun Mochan was frighteningly energetic, she didn't even have the strength to plead, yet he wouldn't let her go.
When she finally opened her eyes, it was already ten o'clock. Ye Ranran lay motionless, staring blankly at the sunlight dancing on the window.
Then she slowly pulled the quilt up to cover her face.
She had never tried getting up this late before; how would she go down now? She wasn't familiar with the people here.
Ye Ranran struggled for a moment before finally getting up slowly.
After washing her face, she sat in front of the vanity mirror, looking at the dense kiss marks on her neck, and cursed him silently as a scoundrel.
Doesn't he know any restraint?
