Getting up and quickly getting ready, Ye Ranran set off.
Today, she dressed very casually, a simple white T-shirt, black pants below, sneakers, and her hair tied in a ponytail, exposing her full forehead.
Wearing no-makeup makeup, she appeared very youthful and energetic in front of Jun Mochan.
Jun Mochan’s outfit was almost the sa as hers, looking like a couple’s coordinated set.
Ye Ranran felt a bit awkward, but that awkwardness soon vanished in the relaxed atmosphere.
Jun Mochan cooked for her again, four dishes and a soup, all things Ye Ranran hadn’t tried before.
He deliberately made stir-fried pork intestines, and even intentionally placed it in front of Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran looked disgusted: "I don’t eat this."
"Have you tried it?" Jun Mochan said on purpose: "Try it, it’s quite tasty."
"I won’t try it, I really don’t like this, take it away, take it away." She was like a capricious child, repeating her demands.
Jun Mochan placed the stir-fried pea shoots in front of her.
Ye Ranran liked to eat vegetables more, and she used to especially favor this dish.
"What is this?" Ye Ranran looked at the green and appetizing dish.
"Give it a try."
Under Jun Mochan’s encouraging gaze, Ye Ranran picked up so vegetables and tried them.
With the first bite, she fell in love with it.
This al made Ye Ranran very happy.
"Jun Mochan, I didn’t expect your cooking skills to be so good." After eating, Ye Ranran picked up a cushion, covering her belly which was a bit protruded from eating too much.
She had overeaten in her happiness just now.
"I don’t like it when people call by my full na, you can either call Mr. Jun or by my na." Jun Mochan couldn’t stand her speaking to him with the tone of a stranger.
That feeling was really awful; he feared he might lose control and tell her everything, then whether she accepted it or not, just take her back and imprison her.
His reason told him that he must not do that, love is beautiful, and he didn’t want to twin it with a shade of darkness.
Ye Ranran thought for a mont: "Then I’ll call you Mr. Jun."
Calling him by his na seed too intimate; they weren’t that close yet.
"Alright, are you full? It’s one o’clock now; we still have a few hours." Jun Mochan looked at his watch as he spoke.
He intentionally acted a bit cold, cautiously masking the affection in his eyes, afraid that too intense emotions might scare her.
"Let’s go." Ye Ranran rose from the couch.
She took Jun Mochan to a famous square in F country.
There were many street perforrs there, they watched enthusiastically, then stood aside taking photos, darting around the crowd like ordinary tourists.
In the square, soone was feeding a lot of pigeons, she couldn’t resist buying so food, placing it on her hands, and pigeons imdiately flew down.
The sated pigeons perched on her shoulders, her arms, and one even stopped on her head.
Ye Ranran looked up, and because of her movent, the pigeon couldn’t stand steadily, flapping its wings persistently.
At that mont, Jun Mochan’s cara clicked, eternally capturing that scene.
Looking at the flowery smile in the cara, Jun Mochan’s hand gently rubbed over it.
It was good, he could see her smile again, it was good, she was lively standing in front of him again.
Unbeknownst when, Ye Ranran ca over and tapped his shoulder: "Hey, aren’t you going to feed the pigeons?"
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