Still blaming her, Ye Ranran grumbled in her heart, but she obediently lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
She had long felt sticky all over, just that she was preoccupied earlier and couldn't be bothered.
When she had taken off her clothes and laid down in the bathtub, the bathroom door was opened from the outside.
Ye Ranran exclaimed in surprise, instinctively covering her chest and sinking her body into the water.
Jun Mochan lazily leaned against the doorway: "What's there to cover? What part of you haven't I seen?"
It's rare to see someone being so righteously roguish.
The little shyness and awkwardness in Ye Ranran's heart disappeared completely, she looked at him generously and raised her chin challengingly: "It's late at night, you're not sleeping and are here to watch me bathe? Haven't you seen it all? What's there to look at?"
"I came to ask if you're planning to return to the studio?" Jun Mochan asked seriously, though he didn't dare to meet Ye Ranran's gaze.
