"Don't be mad," Jun Mochan pulled out a box from somewhere, opened it, and a gleaming light appeared in front of Ye Ranran.
The black gold moonstone was exquisitely crafted. Upon closer inspection, one could even see the patterns on it, like the glow of moonlight, subdued and flowing like water.
"Do you like it?" Jun Mochan picked it up.
Ye Ranran nodded her head, and quite consciously stretched out her hand.
Ye Ranran's skin was very fair, setting each other off perfectly, and the moonstone's demure beauty matched Ye Ranran's temperament incredibly well.
"Now you're not mad anymore, are you?" Jun Mo Lan wrapped his arms around Ye Ranran's waist, and lowered his head enough that he could kiss her forehead with just one more step.
Ye Ranran wanted to step back a little, but Jun Mochan hugged her tighter: "Where do you think you're running to? Where can you go if not into my arms?"
With a strong pull, Ye Ranran fell into his arms, her forehead just touching Jun Mochan's lips.