"In any case, you can’t leave ." Fu Rong said fiercely, holding her waist.
In every matter, he could indulge her, tolerate her, but not this one.
"You can’t do this, you promised to let think it over."
"Yes, didn’t I let you think about it before? Now it’s ti for the result."
No matter what she said, he only wanted one result, which was for her to stay by his side.
That was the premise of everything.
Keep calm, don’t argue, Ye Ranran told herself in her heart.
"Let’s talk about these things later. I think you should take your dicine first. When you get better, we can discuss these issues."
But obviously, Fu Rong already knew her tactics and wouldn’t allow her to avoid it like this.
He pressed her step by step without retreating: "Promise first, or I won’t take it."
He knew that the reason Ye Ranran had been so compliant with him lately was because she was worried about his health.
She feared sothing would happen to him, feared he might die, so she kept indulging him.
Fu Rong was also very skilled at seizing this opportunity to press her step by step and draw her into his domain.
Otherwise, it would really be too late.
With this opportunity, he absolutely would not allow her to return to Jun Mochan’s side just like that.
"Fine, I promise you." Ye Ranran bit her lip and agreed.
"Really?" Fu Rong looked at her incredulously: "You’re not lying to ?"
Ye Ranran nodded: "Really, I’m not lying to you."
Fu Rong placed his hand on her shoulder, his palm exerting force, hinting for Ye Ranran to lower her head.
Ye Ranran exerted so force and broke free, placing the dicine at Fu Rong’s lips: "Take the dicine first, we’ll talk about the rest later."
"Feed ." Fu Rong looked at her expectantly.
"Aren’t I feeding you now?" Ye Ranran feigned ignorance.
"Feed with your mouth."
Fu Rong was not giving Ye Ranran any room to escape.
He wanted Ye Ranran to face it directly, to force Jun Mochan out of Ye Ranran’s heart.
He was gradually invading her heart.
However, he underestimated Ye Ranran’s stubbornness.
"I’ve already agreed to stay by your side, what more do you want? Do you want to pretend to love you too? Sorry, I can’t do that." Ye Ranran finally snapped.
"I’m sorry, I was too hasty." Seeing Ye Ranran’s unease, Fu Rong quickly apologized.
"Forget it, just take your dicine first." Ye Ranran didn’t want to discuss this issue with Fu Rong.
As usual, he was so stubborn, no matter what she said, it was unclear, so she said nothing.
For everything, just brush it off, let whatever happens, happen.
"Alright." Fu Rong obediently took the dicine this ti.
He swallowed the dicine with Ye Ranran’s hand, during which his mouth touched Ye Ranran’s fingers.
Ye Ranran recoiled as if shocked.
She pulled out a tissue, wiped her fingers, and said: "I’m tired, I’m going up to rest."
"There’s a place here, if you’re tired, you can rest here. I have to handle so docunts later."
Ye Ranran looked at Fu Rong, considering the consequences of refusing.
But thinking about it, he was worried she might contact Jun Mochan if she went back, so he still wasn’t assured.
What she needed to do now was to lower his guard for her escape.
At this point, Ye Ranran no longer hoped that Fu Rong would willingly let her go.
Ye Ranran lay down on the small bed next to Fu Rong’s hospital bed.
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