Three people, incredibly awkward.
Both Han Siming and I were restless, but only Gu Mochen remained composed.
Gu Mochen's thin lips pursed slightly, "Okay, be careful... don't get burned."
After speaking, Gu Mochen directly took Jian Ran's small hand and pressed it to his lips for a kiss.
Jian Ran: "..."
Jian Ran looked at the man's exceedingly intimate gesture, her face startled once again.
Kissing the back of her own hand.
It was as if a husband was kissing his own wife.
By doing this, Gu Mochen really was constantly reminding her of their marital relationship.
When Jian Ran's heart was in turmoil, she didn't dare to glance at Han Siming by her side through the corner of her eye.
Ever since he entered the villa, Han Siming had been clenching his fists tightly.
Constantly enduring.
"Okay, I get it."
After speaking, Jian Ran stood up and hurried toward the direction of the kitchen.