77: Chapter 77: The One Who Opened the Door and Entered 4
77 -77: The One Who Opened the Door and Entered 4
Mo Ran always felt a bit slow to react, and the moment her body lay on the bed, the man’s head pressed down.
“What are you…close_quote doing!”
Before she could finish her question, he sealed her mouth with his.
His one hand held both of hers above her head, immobilizing her, and the other began to wander over her body after tearing away her bath towel.
She knew his intentions were never that innocent!
Unable to struggle, Mo Ran simply stopped trying. Thɪs chapter is updated by novｅlfire.net
The incident that happened on the stairs last time had left a shadow in her heart.
She kept her body tense, afraid of a sudden storm.
Perhaps sensing her fear and stiffness, Gu Yixuan was exceptionally gentle tonight, gradually allowing her to let down her guard and her body to soften.
That night was filled with enchantment, and she was tormented until late before she could rest.
When she woke up the next morning, Gu Yixuan had already left the room.
Mo Ran got up and realized she was wearing a nightgown.
When had she put it on?
Did Gu Yixuan dress her?
She slightly lowered her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering.
Knowing she couldn’t dress herself, so he had done it for her?
This realization made her heart tremble slightly.
This man, why did he always force her while also doing these insignificant little things to touch her?
Was it a slap followed by a candy?
She wouldn’t be moved by him, have her heart stirred by him.
Her and him, it was never going to happen.
He didn’t love her, and she didn’t love him.
The beginning of their relationship was marked by coercion and unfairness, and there would never be a day of reconciliation.
Stepping out of the room, Mo Ran casually asked during breakfast, “Grandma, where is Miss Ming?”
“She ate breakfast and went upstairs.”
After eating, Mo Ran went upstairs and noticed activity in the dance studio.
She thought Ming Xue might be there.
Indeed, when she took a look, Ming Xue was inside practicing her dance.
With her hand injured, she focused on her footwork, which looked somewhat laborious and clumsy.
After all, dance requires coordination of the whole body.
Making eye contact with Mo Ran, Ming Xue uncomfortably stopped her movements, and with a slight lift of her chin, said, “I only came in to practice because I saw you weren’t.”
Mo Ran felt like laughing but held back, responding indifferently, “You practice in the mornings from now on and I’ll do the afternoons.
That way, if you lose later, you can’t say it was because I didn’t give you space to practice.”