The first person she thought of was neither Qin Mu nor Han Siming, but the steamy intimacy she had just had with the man.
Jian Ran was completely confused, and the only thing she could do was snuggle into the man's embrace, utterly exhausted, letting him help her tidy up and straighten out her disheveled clothes.
Compared to her own weariness, the man looked completely content.
Jian Ran inwardly detested Gu Mochen, mumbling quietly, "Beast."
Gu Mochen squinted his eyes and gently brushed the hair from her forehead behind her ear, enticingly provoking, "Hmm... Now that I have my clothes on, you can call me a clothed beast if you like."
Jian Ran: "..."
Shameless.
If a hooligan plays at culture, Jian Ran felt like she was utterly inferior.
Hearing Gu Mochen's words, Jian Ran reached out to pinch the man's arm without much force, more of it was... a woman's coquettish behavior towards the man she loved.
Gu Mochen's dark eyes were filled with indulgence.
