...
Jian Ran watched as Gu Mochen walked towards her, step by step. She didn't need to say who the familiar person he was talking about was—it was obvious it was Han Siming.
Jian Ran's small hand gripped tighter, her palm sweaty.
Thinking that Jian Ran was nervous, Han Siming proactively reached out his big hand to hold Jian Ran's small one, gripping it firmly without letting go.
"Ranran, don't worry, I'm going to be honest with brother about our relationship,"
Jian Ran: "..."
Jian Ran's throat was terribly hoarse.
Honest about the relationship?
Actually... what should be disclosed was her marital relationship with Gu Mochen.
Gu Mochen's eyes slightly narrowed as his gaze fixed on the uneasy little woman. Her perfect princess dress made her look innocent and endearing.
Jian Ran was such a versatile woman, sometimes enchanting...
Or sometimes pure and lovely, as if untouched by worldly concerns.
Every look was a deep temptation for men.