If You Like It, I Will Give You Another One

Her soft and tender feet were stepping on his thighs. Instinctively, a trace of gentleness streaked across Mo Jiangye's initially cold and aloof eyes. Ye Erruo's heart felt cozy, as if it was surrounded by a ball of soft and warm cotton.

"I didn't lie. It's really a former classmate," She said in a serious manner.

"Man or woman?"

"… Man… Erm… "

Seeing that Mo Jiangye was narrowing his eyes again, Ye Erruo did a 'U-turn'. "Woman!"

"Please minimize contact!" Mo Jiangye's eyes dimmed. It was unsure if he believed her words but he did not continue to pursue the matter. He swept her into his arms with his big hands. He had been applying medication on the wounds on her arm and lips and they had fully healed. He had not touched her for more than half a month.

At night, Ye Erruo brought back all the clothes that she had given to Gu Feirou. The only thing that she had not taken back was the gift from her foster mother.