Her Temper Is Actually Not That Good

Yun Ran was not a petty and calculative woman.

However, if she asked Mo Beiyuan to carry a strange woman he had met by chance, she would feel a little awkward watching from the side.

Moreover, with her understanding of Mo Beiyuan, other than those close to him, he would maintain a certain distance from strangers.

Not to mention carrying this woman, he would probably feel uncomfortable if he got any closer.

Yun Ran paused and took a step back, thinking of a compromise.

"How about this? I can help you leave this place, but he can't carry you because he doesn't like to be near strangers."

"Why?"

Although Bai Ran'er lived in the Great Desolate Prison, she had always thought that she was different from those lowly blood slaves. Her status was even more noble.

Since she had already spoken, the woman and man in front of her should not reject her.

Yun Ran said, "Why? There's no reason! I just don't want him to carry you. Can't I?"