"I was just thinking about sothing and stretching my muscles."
What kind of reasoning is that? Jun Mochan shook his head, "If there’s anything you can’t figure out or understand, talk to your husband about it. I’ll help you solve it."
"Uh, I’m just curious, are you going with tomorrow?" He’s just too eye-catching. If he shows up with her, it’ll definitely arouse Ye Tianjing’s suspicion.
After all, he’s so busy; how could he find the ti to accompany her shopping?
"No, I need to do an inspection tomorrow." Jun Mochan said with a faint smile in his eyes, "But if my wife insists, I can accompany you."
"No need, I can go by myself." Hearing that he wouldn’t be going, Ye Ranran felt completely relaxed.
Jun Mochan leaned closer to her, "Why do you seem so unwilling for to co along?"
Could it be that he’s getting old now? She doesn’t want him with her anymore? The thought of this possibility made sweat drip from Jun Mochan’s forehead.
No way, right? He exercises every day and hasn’t gained any weight; how could he be getting old?
"You’re overthinking, I really want you to co with , but you need to inspect tomorrow, so I can’t really drag you along, right?"
"I said, if you really want, I can cancel." As he spoke, Jun Mochan reached to make a call.
Ye Ranran hurriedly grabbed the phone, "Better not, if you don’t work hard to earn money and just want to laze around, should Baby and I go and eat northwest wind?"
Jun Mochan was just teasing her, and seeing her reaction, he playfully reclined next to her, hands behind his head, "Hey, I’m working tirelessly every day, and soone doesn’t even pity a bit."
Ye Ranran quickly rubbed his face, "Husband, you’ve been working hard."
"Just saying it?" How about sothing more practical?
Ye Ranran’s face turned dark, "I’m still on my period."
The implication was that he’d better take back those ideas.
"I was just hoping you could massage my shoulders and legs; where did the lady’s thoughts wander off to?" Jun Mochan said leisurely, and Ye Ranran seed to hear amusent in his tone.
Was that a hint of mockery?
"I wasn’t thinking anything." Anyway, Ye Ranran would never dare to say such thoughts aloud.
To avoid Jun Mochan continuing this topic, she moved closer to him, placed her fingers on his legs, "Let massage your legs."
"Mmm-hmm." Jun Mochan snorted from his nose like a lord.
Wasn’t it agreed to be a massage? Then why is she pinching? Pinching the outside would be fine, but her hand moved inward, with signs of going further upward.
With a face full of dark lines, Jun Mochan grabbed Ye Ranran and said through gritted teeth, "You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?"
He knew he shouldn’t have had such high expectations of her.
"Doing what on purpose?" Ye Ranran was totally confused.
She was rely massaging his legs; she thought massaging was less tiring than pounding, and both inside and out should be taken care of.
That was Ye Ranran’s thought.
But Jun Mochan didn’t share that thought. Seeing her like this, he knew she was innocent and couldn’t be mad at her.
"Forget it, it’s nothing." Jun Mochan sat up, "You go to sleep first, I have so things to do."
"It’s so weird." Ye Ranran muttered, burrowed into the covers, and closed her eyes.
Usually, she would delve into things, but she was really tired today, and fell asleep shortly after lying down.
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