Jian Ran: "..."
Gu Mochen...
had won.
Jian Ran couldn't muster the strength to argue against Gu Mochen's arrogant words, her lips twitching slightly.
"It's about time. I think I don't need any more practice, let's go over."
"Hmm."
Having said this, Gu Mochen watched Jian Ran start to leave, voluntarily lifting his hand to adjust the scarf around her neck, ensuring that it covered the spring scene at her chest. After fixing it, he was satisfied and his lips curled into a pleased smile.
"Hmm, when it comes to my private territory, I would rather other men not see."
Jian Ran: "..."
Feeling the touch of the man's long, fair fingers on her shoulder, Jian Ran's lips twitched again.
Private territory, my ass.
Shameless.
Jian Ran forced a smile, her lips curving ever so slightly.
"President Gu, I think we really can go now."
"Hmm."
Gu Mochen stretched out his large hand and took hold of Jian Ran's small hand before heading in the direction of Ju Shao.