Ye Ranran ca out of the bathroom after taking a shower, drying her hair when her phone, placed on the bedside table, started ringing.
"Hubby." Ye Ranran put the phone to her ear and sat on the bed.
"Did you arrive?"
"Yeah, I’m at the hotel now." Ye Ranran replied while drying her hair.
"Are you tired?"
"I was a bit, but I’m not tired anymore after hearing your voice, hubby."
Ye Ranran’s words successfully pleased Jun Mochan.
"Work well, the baby and I are waiting for you at ho." Although he didn’t really like Ye Ranran going away, it was her job, and she loved it, so he wouldn’t stop her.
"Okay, I’ll bring you back a bunch of foxtails then."
"Why not a bunch of flowers?"
"I’m not stupid. Who brings flowers to their own hubby? I don’t want you to have a bunch of won outside. You can only have , and love only , got it?" Ye Ranran’s tone carried a hint of warning.
"Yes, I only love you, and I can only have you." The tenderness in Jun Mochan’s tone could be felt even through the phone.
Ye Ranran was satisfied, she yawned: "I’m sleepy, I’m going to bed now."
"Dry your hair before you sleep."
"How did you know I washed my hair?"
As soon as she spoke, Ye Ranran wished she could bite her tongue, was she confessing without being pressed?
"Now I know, don’t I?" Jun Mochan chuckled.
Ye Ranran obediently stood up: "Alright, I’m not talking to you anymore. I’ll blow-dry my hair and then sleep."
After picking up the hairdryer, Ye Ranran sat on the bed again. After blow-drying her hair, she was about to lie down but noticed an itching on her back.
She didn’t think much of it, thinking it was a mosquito, and casually scratched it, but the more she scratched, the itchier it got.
"What kind of bug is this, so powerful." Ye Ranran muttered as she took out so anti-itch cream from her luggage.
But it didn’t help at all; in fact, it felt even worse.
Ye Ranran finally realized that sothing was wrong. She suddenly looked at the bed, flipped open the blanket, but saw nothing.
Not daring to touch randomly, she quickly called Shen Yuzhe.
Shen Yuzhe had just put on his pajamas, saw it was a call from Ye Ranran, and lazily answered: "What’s up? Don’t tell you can’t sleep in a strange bed and need a sleeping pill."
"I don’t know what bit . Hurry and co check on ."
"Didn’t you have cream?"
"It’s useless." Ye Ranran’s voice had a hint of pain.
It not only itched but also started to hurt.
Shen Yuzhe realized the seriousness of the situation: "I’ll be right over, hang on."
To avoid misunderstanding, he knocked on Ye Tianjing’s room and brought him along.
Ye Ranran was hopping around the room. Seeing Shen Yuzhe, she imdiately rushed over: "Quick, help check."
Seeing Ye Ranran in such a frantic state, Shen Yuzhe furrowed his brows, grabbed her arm, and pulled her away from him: "Where does it itch?"
"My back, and it hurts."
Shen Yuzhe turned Ye Ranran around, lifted her nightgown without much thought, and upon seeing the scratch marks on her back, his brows knitted deep.
"Besides the itch on your back, is there any other discomfort?"
"I’m feeling a bit feverish, and the itchy areas hurt a bit. Don’t touch randomly." Ye Ranran took a sharp breath.
Shen Yuzhe actually touched the itchy area with his hand.
"Does it hurt?"
"Yeah."
"I’ll give you an injection." Shen Yuzhe released Ye Ranran.
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