The next morning, as she looked at the marks all over her body, her fingers trembled as she pointed at Jun Mochan: "All because of you."
Couldn't he show some restraint? She still had to go out and meet people, and now everyone was giving her those strange looks every day.
Aaah, Ye Ranran was infinitely frustrated inside.
"Yes, it's all my fault." Jun Mochan nodded while getting dressed.
His skin was as white as jade, with a sturdy chest, and there were a few scratch marks on it, silently narrating last night's frenzy.
Ye Ranran blushed and looked away: "Couldn't you be a little less relentless? Aren't you worried it might tire you out?"
Ye Ranran's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for Jun Mochan to hear.
His gaze was deep, and he suddenly came beside Ye Ranran, bracing himself on either side of her, encircling her: "My lady, watch your choice of words, or I'll stay here and prove to you whether I'm tired out or not."
