NOVPUB18: Chapter 018: Touched Everywhere_1 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
18 -018: Touched Everywhere_1
“What do you think you are doing?” Ye Ranran hugged Jun Mochan’s waist with one arm and tried to snatch his phone from his hand with the other.
She did not realize just how naturally she had moved.
With a carefree flick of the wrist, Jun Mochan tossed the phone onto a nearby lounge chair.
He took advantage of the motion and embraced Ye Ranran, “Like I said before, feel free to ask for a day off work tomorrow.”
Just as Ye Ranran was about to protest, Jun Mochan silenced her with a kiss.
Once their lips parted, Ye Ranran had completely forgotten what she wanted to say.
The next day, upon waking up and seeing an unbothered Jun Mochan, she abruptly threw a pillow at him.
“Morning grumps?” Jun Mochan caught the pillow and set it aside.
Given her foot injury, he naturally wouldn’t do anything further.
However, the jerk practically swept his hands all over her body while kissing her last night.
Once the kiss came to an end, she felt light-headed and dozed off shortly after.
“It’s all your fault,” accused Ye Ranran.
Jun Mochan nodded, accepting Ye Ranran’s accusation, “Yes, it’s all my fault.
But, my dear, it’s getting late.
Shouldn’t you ask for a leave now?”
“Right.” Ye Ranran hurriedly tried to get out of bed and fetch her cell phone.
Seeing this, Jun Mochan promptly steadied her, “What’s the rush?”
Shooting him a glare, Ye Ranran grabbed her phone and switched it on without replying.
“Nobody is answering the phone.” Ye Ranran muttered, and dialed another number.
“Ranran?”
“Xiao Zhang, I have something to do today so I can’t come to work.
Could you please request a day off for me?”
After hanging up, Ye Ranran waved her phone triumphantly at Jun Mochan, raising a cocky eyebrow: “Done.”
“Hmm.
You still have half an hour.
If you are late, you’ll miss it.”
“You bastard, tricking me again.”
…
She came out wearing a thigh-length blue dress with lotus leaf trims, and a white V-neck blouse, which accentuated her femininity.
Jun Mochan fixated on her exposed creamy skin, furrowing his brows so tightly that he looked like he could crush a fly.
“You have two minutes to go change.”
“What’s wrong with my outfit?” Ye Ranran objected.
He was actually criticizing her clothes now.
How bossy!
“If you don’t change, you’re not leaving.” Jun Mochan answered with a faint smile, a finality in his tone that wasn’t to be mistaken.
He meant it.
“Fine, I’ll change right now.”
Ye Ranran hurriedly swapped her outfit.
This time, she was dressed in a skirt slightly above her thighs and a large white T-shirt.
Jun Mochan gave her a once-over and nodded approvingly.
He went to the closet, got a pair of white loafers, and presented them to her, “Put these on.”
“Jun Mochan, you’re doing this on purpose!” Ye Ranran scorned through grit teeth.
“You have thirty seconds left.”
Ye Ranran hastily put on her clothes, then clung onto him, “Done, I am dressed.
Let’s hurry down.”
She was not putting on airs, but her injured foot hadn’t fully healed, and she knew she would move faster in Jun Mochan’s arms than on her own feet.
After breakfast, just like the previous day, Jun Mochan carried Ye Ranran to the car, “Go-to the hospital once you’re done, for a check-up.”
“Yeah, it’s almost healed.” Ye Ranran gently moved her foot.
Jun Mochan remained silent, just gently tucking a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.
His tender gesture made Ye Ranran feel a bit uncomfortable, yet she did not resist.
“Where is Ah Chuan?” Seeing an unfamiliar person driving, Ye Ranran instinctively asked.
To cover her embarrassment, she used this topic as a pretext.
