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Mo Ran looked at him, her attitude very firm, “I’m not pretending to be high and mighty, but I just won’t sell!”
Gu Yixuan looked at her, was silent for two seconds, then smiled, “Alright, if you won’t sell, then you won’t.”
A flicker of amusement passed through his eyes.
He found that this woman still had many aspects he didn’t understand.
Driving to Gu Yixuan’s villa in Banshan Garden, he led her into his place.
It was a vast villa with exquisite decorations, but it was empty and lifeless.
“You live here alone?”
“With you here, there are two of us.”
Mo Ran didn’t ask anything more.
Gu Yixuan directed her to go upstairs to take a bath, and Mo Ran discovered a super large jacuzzi in the bathroom.
She just used the shower to clean herself and didn’t use the tub.
After the bath, she realized a serious problem—she didn’t have any clothes to change into…
There were many bath towels of various sizes hanging in the bathroom.
She wrapped a large one around herself, took a few deep breaths in the mirror, and psyched herself up: Mo Ran, go ahead, it’s not like you’re climbing a mountain of swords or descending into a sea of flames, there’s nothing to it!
Close your eyes, and when you open them again, it’ll be over!
Come on, you can do this!
Once her mental preparation was complete, she mustered the courage to open the door, only to find no sign of Gu Yixuan.
The courage she had hardly gathered dissipated, and sitting on the big bed, Mo Ran felt extremely uneasy.
She had never been in love; even getting a little close to a boy would make her heart race.
And now she was about to go all the way in one step; it was impossible for her not to be scared.
But what could she do?
She had backed out once; this second time, there was absolutely no way she could back out.
As she sat there thinking, Gu Yixuan opened the door and walked in.
Mo Ran reflexively stood up, looking at him defensively.
The man was momentarily taken aback, then saw through her thoughts.
With a shallow smile on his lips and a set of freshly bought clothes in hand, he approached her.
“What are you guarding against?
Afraid I’m going to eat you?”
“No…” Mo Ran subconsciously tightened the bath towel around her chest.
Yet she said she wasn’t on guard.
Tossing the clothes onto the sofa, he stepped closer and closer, forcing her back toward the bed that could sleep five people.
Mo Ran stumbled over the edge of the bed and fell backward.
The man pressed forward, pinning her between his chest and the large bed.
Smelling his breath so close by, Mo Ran’s heartbeat intensified; she didn’t dare to look into his eyes and simply turned to face away from him, resigning herself bravely, “If you’re going to do it, just do it quickly.”