"I understand, I'm leaving now, you two enjoy your sweet time." Wen Li said as he picked up his clothes.
"Have a good trip, not seeing you off." Ye Ranran waved him away.
Wen Li walked to the door: "By the way, since you're here, go see mom and dad. They really miss you."
No need to rush.
"Sure, I got it."
After sending Wen Li off, Ye Ranran and Jun Mochan quickly rolled onto the bed together.
The brief separation felt like a honeymoon.
Just as the temperature in the room was rising, the phone rang.
"You didn't turn off your phone?" Jun Mochan gave her a pitiful look.
"I don't have any calls. It must be yours?" Ye Ranran retorted.
Don't blame everything on her.
Jun Mochan took a look, and sure enough, it was his phone, and it was Ye Tianjing calling.
"Probably looking for you." Jun Mochan tossed the phone to her.
Ye Ranran pulled the quilt over herself.
Jun Mochan, bare-chested, sat by the bed with a pitiful look.
That gaze, totally like a wronged wife.
