The thin breeze blew gently around them, ruffling each other's hair.
Mo Xiaoran's hand gently lifted the short hair around her ears, and his eyes unknowingly showed a trace of tenderness that even he himself could not easily detect.
That night, Lin Ran leaned in Mo Xiaoran's arms, feeling more peaceful than ever before.
The next day, when she woke up, she suddenly found that she had slept standing up in Mo Xiaoran's arms all night without realizing it.
A look of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly jumped out of Mo Xiaoran's arms.
Even though, at this time, her face was already surprisingly calm.
But this night, Mo Xiaoran didn't sleep.
He thought a lot, and he had never spent a whole night thinking about a woman.
The natural aura exuding from Lin Ran made him inexplicably fascinated.
The feeling of holding her will make him feel satisfied.
He knew that he shouldn't have feelings for Lin Ran that he shouldn't have.
But he found that in just a few days, he became a little out of control.
He thought for a long time, and it wasn't until Lin Ran quickly walked out of his arms that he was brought back from his thoughts.
"Madam, are you awake?"
He still returned to his former cynical appearance.
The slightly raised corners of his mouth revealed a hint of evil inadvertently.
Lin Ran glanced at him indifferently and turned his eyes elsewhere indifferently.
"Why don't you wake me up?"
She asked in a calm tone, but inadvertently there was a ripple in her heart.
Of course Mo Xiaoran understood what she wanted to ask.
Looking at her somewhat indifferent profile, he raised his lips and smiled slightly.
"Looking at my wife sleeping so soundly in my arms, I don't want to wake you up."
The slender fingers traced Lin Ran's slender chin somewhat frivolously.
This move that seemed strange to Lin Ran once again made her frown.
His cold eyes lightly scanned Mo Xiaoran's cynical handsome face, and he said coldly:
"I don't want to remind you every time to keep your hands to yourself!"
After saying that, she coldly pushed away Mo Xiaoran's hand that was resting on her chin and walked towards the door of Zhuyuan.