524: Chapter 523: Still Suffering?_1 524: Chapter 523: Still Suffering?_1 “Well, how dare you find soone behind my back.” Although Ye Ranran was evidently scolding, her weakened voice due to her illness didn’t carry much force.
It sounded more like a playful admonishnt.
Upon hearing this as soon as he opened the door, One couldn’t help but stop in his tracks.
He had never heard her talk so freely and happily before; her joy was hard to conceal.
Even without seeing her, he could imagine the radiant smile in her eyes.
“I’m afraid that I won’t have a clue even if you co to openly!”
Ye Ranran pretended to be angry: “I’m ignoring you.”
“No matter what you beco, I will never abandon you.” Jun Mochan whispered softly in Ye Ranran’s ear.
His sudden proclamation of love made Ye Ranran blush.
Not knowing what to say, she could only turn her head away, not realizing that her blush had already spread down her neck.
Seeing her embarrassed, Jun Mochan stopped teasing her and picked up so dicine from the side: “Co on, drink this dicine.”
“I thought it was an injection.
Why do I need to drink dicine?” Ye Ranran frowned.
She felt that Jun Mochan was doing it on purpose.
Indeed, Jun Mochan was doing it on purpose; western dication could cure her faster, while traditional Chinese dicine could help regulate her body.
“This is better, be good.” Jun Mochan roved his hand over Ye Ranran’s head, his eyes full of doting.
One had never heard Jun Mochan talk to anyone like this, even to his own parents; never had he been so gentle.
“But I like western dicine, so let it be western dicine.” Ye Ranran looked at the blackish traditional Chinese dicine with a frown, seemingly ready to swat a mosquito between her brows.
“Don’t you want to have a baby?
Drink this and you’ll have one.” Jun Mochan coaxed gently.
A baby?
One was astonished.
It was true; it had been so ti since Ye Ranran married the young master and still, there was no sign of a baby.
Ye Ranran despondently glanced at her belly, ‘So useless, now you’ll have to suffer.’
“If Ranran really dislikes it, then you don’t have to drink it.”
Just as Jun Mochan was about to pour away the dicine, Ye Ranran quickly took it: “I’ll drink it.”
For the sake of their baby, she would tolerate even the bitterness.
Pinching her nose, Ye Ranran drained the large bowl of traditional Chinese dicine.
After drinking it, she crinkled her face, upon which Jun Mochan held a honey date towards her mouth.
Ye Ranran shook her head: “I don’t need it.”
She disliked overly sweet things, like desserts, and similarly, honey dates.
Jun Mochan didn’t force her, and ate the honey date himself.
“Still bitter?” Jun Mochan asked.
“No…”
Just as she opened her mouth, Jun Mochan covered her lips with his, the sweetness from his mouth offsetting the bitterness in hers.
After the kiss, Ye Ranran leaned softly against Jun Mochan.
“I haven’t touched you for a long ti.” Jun Mochan whispered into Ye Ranran’s ear.
“I’m still sick, aren’t you afraid that I’ll infect you?” Ye Ranran playfully punched his chest.
“Getting sick with you would be great too, that way you can take care of .” Jun Mochan held her tightly.
For so reason, Ye Ranran thought she detected jealousy in his tone.
“Stop, you already know my capabilities.
You taking care of is one thing, but I can’t take care of you.” Ye Ranran humbly admitted.
“If I say you can, you can.
Who’d dare say you can’t?” Jun Mochan arrogantly declared.
One did not hear what was said next because he left halfway through the conversation.
He felt he should not intrude at such a ti.
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