After showering, she found Jun Mochan still there. He was sitting on the bed, flipping through a magazine filled with clothes and jewelry.
"You actually look at these?" Ye Ranran asked curiously.
She thought he didn't like these things.
"This is yours, I rarely look at it." He was the authority, so he didn't need to pay attention to it.
Ye Ranran couldn't help taking a closer look at what he held in his hands.
"There are many more in the cabinet, some recent and some older." She subscribed to them every issue, even when she didn't hear from them, he didn't cancel.
Just as if she was still there.
Ye Ranran felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. She leaned against him. "How much do you like me?"
"It's not like, it's love," Jun Mochan said beside her ear.
Ye Ranran blinked, her eyes misting up. This was the word she had wanted to hear for so long, yet it came so easily from his mouth.
"You're really not reserved at all." Ye Ranran teased him.
