Gu Mochen's physical strength was indeed astonishing. Despite losing so much blood in the afternoon, his body was quickly recovering...
Although Jian Ran tried hard to support the man's tall frame, Gu Mochen did not put pressure on her, avoiding any discomfort.
But... Jian Ran could clearly feel the man's large hand brushing her shoulder as if it were there and then not.
Jian Ran: "..."
"Gu Mochen, behave yourself."
"Hmm."
Gu Mochen responded faintly, smelling the light and subtle scent of shampoo on the woman's body, finding it surprisingly pleasant.
Yes, after a close escape from death...
He felt he cherished everything before his eyes even more now.
Especially Jian Ran's existence.
In a room of barely 30 square meters, Gu Mochen moved extremely slowly.
Jian Ran furrowed her brows, her small hand around Gu Mochen's sturdy waist, trying to make it less hard for the man, not noticing his lips curving upward.
...