"No need, you can go out now," Ye Ranran said, holding her waist.
"Oh, okay, right, Madam, I have so business to attend to and need to head out for a bit," the butler said.
His family had recently arrived, and Ye Ranran figured he probably needed to spend so ti with them, so she waved her hand and said, "Alright, you go, be safe."
The pressure Jun Mochan applied earlier was really strong. After the butler left and closed the door, she went to the bathroom and lifted her clothes.
Both sides of the bathroom had mirrors, though the back mirror was covered with a board. If she wanted to use it, she only needed to pull the board aside.
Ye Ranran pulled the board aside and saw a large red mark on her waist through the mirror. She frowned, then let her clothes down.
She thought for a mont, applied a hot towel to her waist, then tried bending over. It didn’t hurt as much, so she went to help Jun Mochan wash up.
She actually wanted to help him imdiately, but she was willing yet unable. She didn’t want anyone else to see Jun Mochan’s body, so this was the only way.
First, she wiped Jun Mochan’s face, washed the towel, and then proceeded to his neck.
Ye Ranran’s hand stopped at Jun Mochan’s collar. After all, he was her husband, so there was no need to be embarrassed.
Gritting her teeth, Ye Ranran started unbuttoning Jun Mochan’s shirt.
The fair skin was evenly toned, shimring alluringly under the light. His arms were muscular, exuding a masculine sense of strength, his chest muscles evenly distributed, making one’s blood rush. His eight-pack abs and pronounced V-line were indescribably sexy, almost criminally so.
He could overwhelm people whether dressed or undressed; no wonder so many won threw themselves at him.
Thinking of this, Ye Ranran wiped him down hard. He frowned, seeming uncomfortable.
Ye Ranran imdiately lightened her touch.
She really couldn’t bear to see him suffer, so she smiled helplessly.
After wiping him down, she went to wash the towel again and continued cleaning.
But this ti, she encountered a problem. It wasn’t shyness; she didn’t know how to unbuckle a man’s belt.
She had really never done it before!
Ye Ranran studied it for a long ti but couldn’t figure it out, her small face flushed red with frustration.
With no other option, she picked up her phone, intending to ask soone for help.
She sat on the edge of the bed, a flurry of nas flashing through her mind. Who could she call without being laughed at?
Just as she gathered the courage to unlock her phone, Jun Mochan embraced her from behind, applying force.
"Ah," Ye Ranran exclaid, not yet reacting before Jun Mochan pressed her underneath him.
Jun Mochan opened his eyes and carefully examined her. It seed like he recognized her, favoring her with a drowsy smile. He buried his face in her shoulder nook, kissing here and there, calling her na, "Ranran, Ranran."
"I’m here," Ye Ranran held him.
She couldn’t fight back, he was entirely on top of her.
Perhaps hearing her voice confird it for Jun Mochan, he stopped moving and simply held her, resting on top of her.
Ye Ranran: "..." Could she swear?
After much effort, Ye Ranran finally wriggled out from under Jun Mochan and dialed Zhou Xian’s number.
With his neighborly brother appearance, surely he wouldn’t have the heart to laugh at her, right? Surely not?
"Hello, Ranran?" The voice on the other end sounded odd, almost like he was dissatisfied?
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