Chapter 1562: 1884: Who Casually
Chapter 1562: Chapter 1884: Who Casually
“Probably just saw it wrong. How could Young Master Jun be here now?” The person shook his head and walked away.
Ye Ranran didn’t ask Jun Mochan why he appeared so timely. This was his territory, and if he wanted to know something, he always had a way.
She had drunk some red wine, feeling a bit drowsy, and rested her elbow on the window, supporting her head with her hand.
Her face was flushed, her expression dreamy.
Jun Mochan handed her a bottle of water, “Have a sip.”
Ye Ranran took it but didn’t hold it steady, so it fell to the ground. When she bent to retrieve it, she forgot the seatbelt around her waist and got bounced back into the seat.
Her face twisted a bit.
Jun Mochan chuckled softly; it was rare to see her in such a bewildered state. Nowadays, she was overly sharp.
“What are you laughing at? Aren’t you going to pick it up for me?” Ye Ranran glared at him.
Jun Mochan parked the car by the roadside, unbuckled his seatbelt, picked up the water, and opened the cap.
So proactive. Just when Ye Ranran was about to praise him, he drank the water himself.
She widened her eyes, looking as if she had been tricked.
Indeed, she was tooyongtoosimple.
Just as she was about to curse, something soft touched her lips.
“What the… mmm.” The rest of her words were swallowed by Jun Mochan.
After the kiss, Ye Ranran’s face was as red as a tomato, partly due to the wine and partly from being breathless.
“It’s been so long, still shy,” Jun Mochan’s fingertip brushed Ye Ranran’s cheek.
“I have makeup on, don’t touch carelessly. Besides, I’m breathless, not shy. Don’t misunderstand.” Ye Ranran brushed his hand away.
A light layer of powder dusted her face, and a touch could ruin her makeup.
She wasn’t a little girl anymore. Without makeup, her complexion was always pale, and she couldn’t be seen like that.
“Does Madam still want some water?” Jun Mochan didn’t dwell on the topic.
He held the water, leisurely watching Ye Ranran, just waiting for her to say she still wants more so he could feed her.
Ye Ranran reached out for it, “I’ll do it myself.”
“Unbuckle the seatbelt,” Jun Mochan reminded her.
Oh, right, Ye Ranran looked down to unbuckle her seatbelt. She didn’t know if it was too dark in the car or if she was really dizzy, but she couldn’t unbuckle it for a while.
Just as Jun Mochan was about to help, she finally unbuckled it.
“Give it to me.” Ye Ranran leaned over to grab the water from Jun Mochan’s hand.
She wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but she felt the water in Jun Mochan’s hand was farther away, so she had to lean more towards him.
Lean.
Keep leaning.
“Thud.” She fell into Jun Mochan’s arms, her lips perfectly aligned with his.
Presented with such a delicacy, Jun Mochan naturally wouldn’t pass it up.
This kiss was even more intense than the last, almost igniting a spark.
A traffic policeman, occasionally walking by, stopped sensibly when he saw the license plate number.
Even without any of Jun Mochan’s assistants, that special license plate number was enough to identify his car.
Unless you had a death wish, it was best not to provoke them.
“Why are you like this?” Ye Ranran accused him, but her tearful eyes looked as if she was being coquettish.
Jun Mochan chuckled softly, like a spring breeze caressing, with blooms enchanting the eyes, “Delivered to my door, isn’t it logical not to refuse?”
“Didn’t take you for such a casual person.” Ye Ranran raised her eyebrow, sidelong glancing at him.
Jun Mochan’s lips curved up, his smile deepening, his dark eyes clearing the haze, with pear blossoms blooming, mesmerizing anyone: “I am only casual with you.”