He hopped on foot, his heart aching.
"You disaster," he cursed angrily.
"Thank you for thinking so highly of me. Where's the alcohol? Give it to me quickly."
Shen Yuzhe placed a small bottle of alcohol in her palm: "Here, take it."
As Ye Ranran approached the door, he called out to her again: "Wait, what do you need the alcohol for?"
"Naturally, to clean the wound," Ye Ranran said without stopping.
Shen Yuzhe chased after her: "Which wild man's wound are you cleaning?"
She really had some nerve, daring to hide a wild man like that.
Ye Ranran raised her hand: "If you spout nonsense again, I'll slap you."
"How am I spouting nonsense? Aren't you just..." His words came to an abrupt halt upon seeing Jun Mochan.
"I definitely was spouting nonsense," Shen Yuzhe quickly declared.
He was just joking with Ye Ranran, and incidentally satisfying his curiosity.
After all, she had ruined him, and he was simmering with resentment in his heart.
