There was a bit of helplessness and guilt in that sigh.
"I'm sorry, Ran'er... I thought that after I lost you this time, I would never get you back."
As he spoke, his hold on Lin Ran tightened a bit.
A lingering fear lingered in his heart.
Lin Ran was held in his arms and did not move.
My thoughts are completely stuck in a fuzzy state.
The words she said to Lifeng, the painful words that flashed through her mind, and the tenderness faced by Mo Xiaoran.
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Everything is contradictory.
Let her not know which ones are true.
"Madam, I always want to make myself stronger, strong enough to have enough confidence to protect you completely from any harm, but... I find that I always don't have that ability. It puts you in danger again and again."
He seemed to be explaining everything he did.
In her arms, Lin Ran's brows were furrowed and never let go.
Biting her lower lip tightly, she was still confused.
After a while, she raised her head from Mo Xiaoran's arms.
Looking at Mo Xiaoran’s apologetic eyes,
Her hand gently touched the wound she had scratched on him, and she asked:
"Don't you need to bandage your injuries here?"
She blinked her dark eyes and looked at Mo Xiaoran's sincere question.
Seeing her taking such initiative, Mo Xiaoran felt a burst of ecstasy in her heart.
Even though the Lin Ran now is different from what he saw before, but.
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Just being her is enough.
Really enough!
Doesn't the well-behaved Lin Ran in front of him make him feel more distressed than the cold and cruel Lin Ran?
He reached out and held Lin Ran's hand that was resting on his neck tightly in his palm.
"No need, it's just a small wound."
He looked at Lin Ran's blank eyes and smiled softly.
He leaned down and gently touched her slightly cold thin lips.
It felt like she was avoiding his kiss subconsciously.