86: Chapter 086: Can Never Beat Him_1 86: Chapter 086: Can Never Beat Him_1 “Of course, it’s okay.
I’m just happy.” Jun Mochan felt a shiver of excitent as he walked in front of her, inspecting her from head to toe.
When he noticed the high heels she was wearing, he furrowed his brow: “Your health isn’t yet fully recovered, how can you wear such high heels?”
“My head was the one injured, not my foot.
Why can’t I wear them?” Ye Ranran complained.
Jun Mochan guided her back to their seats.
He sat down and pulled her into his embrace.
Their overly intimate actions made Ye Ranran feel sowhat uncomfortable, her cheeks gradually reddening up to her ears.
“This is an office, what if soone walks in and sees us?” Ye Ranran worried, but Jun Mochan just pulled her closer.
“Don’t move around, or else I can’t guarantee I won’t do sothing to you here.” Jun Mochan gave her waist a squeeze.
Feeling the increasing heat of his palm, Ye Ranran stiffened, not daring to move anymore.
Jun Mochan’s hand moved upwards from her waist, finally resting on her ribs where he applied a bit of pressure.
“Ouch!” Ye Ranran exclaid in pain.
“I thought you said only your head was injured?” Jun Mochan asked with a imperceptible smirk.
He must have done that on purpose!
Looking at Jun Mochan’s intense gaze, Ye Ranran knew he was angry.
She took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her face against his: “Don’t be angry, I had an interview earlier.
I couldn’t dress too casually, could I?”
“What’s wrong with dressing casually?
Do you think they wouldn’t want you then?” Jun Mochan turned his head, giving her lips a brief kiss.
This man really is…
“Until your injury is healed, don’t wear high heels again.
Otherwise, you can forget about wearing them in the future.”
Hearing his warning tone, Ye Ranran knew he was serious.
Annoyed, she attempted to get off his lap.
Jun Mochan’s arm tightened a fraction, and his lips slid from her face to her neck, nibbling it, “You haven’t given an answer yet, hm?”
Without waiting for Ye Ranran’s response, Jun Mochan bit her neck.
“Ouch, what are you doing?” Ye Ranran cried out in pain.
Jun Mochan’s lips moved lower as his hand slipped under her shirt.
Seeing the situation escalating, Ye Ranran hurriedly replied, “I promise you, is that okay?”
Finally, Jun Mochan stopped.
He pinched Ye Ranran’s face saying, “Even if I was inclined, your health isn’t good enough.
I wouldn’t dare.”
So he was only teasing her just now?
Ye Ranran looked at his smiling face and sulkily turned her face away.
She would never win against him!
“If you don’t get down now, I can’t guarantee sothing won’t happen later.” Jun Mochan teased her.
Looking at his handso face that was so close, Ye Ranran was montarily star-struck.
Then she ntally scolded herself.
She saw him everyday, yet she still could act like a smitten schoolgirl around him.
“I…I’m getting down.” Ye Ranran clumsily dismounted from Jun Mochan’s lap.
“Mhmm.
You can just sit on the couch next to .
We’ll leave together later.” Jun Mochan gently supported her waist.
Ye Ranran stood up, gave a small nod, and then picked up an iPad to read so fashion news, after sitting down on the couch.
With Ye Ranran there, Jun Mochan wouldn’t be able to work until late.
When 6 o’clock arrived, he shut down his computer.
“Did I disrupt your work?” Ye Ranran asked apologetically.
Jun Mochan tossed her iPad aside: “No, and since when does Mr.
Jun usually work till late?”
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