The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 912 - 909: Faint Love

Chapter 912: Chapter 909: Faint Love

Lately, when Jun Mochan was clinging to Ye Ranran, that’s how he looked at her.

Although he did nothing, his heart still felt a weird tickle, and naturally, he dared not stick too close to Ye Ranran anymore.

Now, as he glanced her way again, him stepping aside was completely a psychological reaction.

Jun Mochan went upstairs.

Ye Ranran was changing clothes in her room when she heard the footsteps. She hurriedly covered her crucial parts while turning her head.

Just as she was about to scold the person, her face turned red as blood when she saw it was Jun Mochan.

"You, how did you come in?"

"Why should my wife be shy? Which part of your body haven’t I seen?" Jun Mochan said leisurely as he looked at her.

Pervert, rogue. Ye Ranran gave a slight smile, "You should say touched, since we always draw the curtains and turn off the light."

In pitch darkness, what could he see?

Indeed, always ready with a comeback, Jun Mochan smiled, "Ranran, are those words an invitation for me to take a good look now?"

"Spare me," Ye Ranran surrendered, raising her hands.

In the matter of cunning, how could she match Jun Mochan?

Jun Mochan slowly approached her, "I haven’t even started, so why speak of letting you go?"

Ye Ranran was backed into the closet by him, and with Jun Mochan taking another step forward, her back pressed tightly against the closet door.

She lifted her head, looking at Jun Mochan, her eyes visibly shy, "Didn’t we agree last night was enough?"

As soon as she spoke, Ye Ranran wished she could bite off her own tongue; wasn’t she just inviting Jun Mochan to tease her?

Sure enough, right after she spoke, a wicked smile appeared on Jun Mochan’s lips, "I just wanted to appreciate the wife’s shy expression, where did your thoughts wander off to? But, if the wife really wishes so, I will satisfy you."

Ew, who asked for that? Who did?

"Go out first, I need to change clothes," Ye Ranran tugged at the cloth on her body.

Jun Mochan had come in so suddenly earlier, she had only undressed and hadn’t finished changing. Now, she was just using a shirt to block the view in front of her chest.

But he was so close, she felt like even the shirt was useless.

"The wife should just change, I won’t stop you."

Indeed, he wouldn’t stop her, he was just appreciating her from the side. Ye Ranran didn’t bother to expose Jun Mochan’s intentions any longer.

Jun Mochan realized that teasing Ye Ranran every day was truly a delightful thing.

He only let her go after he had appreciated her enough.

Before leaving, however, he kissed Ye Ranran’s face.

He now liked to kiss her cheeks, rather than a passionate kiss, not because the affection had lessened, but because Ye Ranran liked this kind of gentle, unshowy love.

Too passionate a love always tended to hurt oneself and others.

After Jun Mochan left, Ye Ranran quickly finished changing her clothes.

Not needing to meet any visiting dignitaries, Ye Ranran didn’t bother with heavy makeup. She just applied some primer, drew a line of eyeliner, and finally applied some mascara and was ready.

Even with natural beauty, one still needs makeup because, regardless of how naturally beautiful one is, in cold weather like this, the complexion can look quite unappealing.

She wrapped up with a coat and covered her face with a scarf before heading out.

Seeing fully bundled up Ye Ranran, Song Ze looked left and right, finally asking, "Sister, aren’t you being a bit too exaggerated?"

She wasn’t this afraid of the cold before.

In the car, Ye Ranran took off the scarf, "What do you know? I’m preventing frostbite."

Her face seemed to be getting more and more delicate, a little bit of wind would crack it open, and several fine cracks were already on her face.