One quickly grabbed his scarf and clothes and followed suit.
The moment they stepped out of the door, a chilling wind blew. Ye Ranran, wearing her skirt, immediately got goosebumps.
One grabbed her arm, dragged her back into the house, helped her put on her coat, and then wrapped her scarf around her.
Ye Ranran stared at him a little oddly.
"Alright, we can go now." After examining Ye Ranran for a while, One finally nodded his head.
Through him, Ye Ranran saw the shadow of Jun Mochan.
"During the time Young Master is not around, I will take good care of you, you don't need to overthink anything, you are the lady." Seemingly reading Ye Ranran's gaze, One explained.
Ye Ranran suddenly understood, he was imitating Jun Mochan, taking care of her in the same way.
This kind of care had nothing to do with flirtation or love, it was just about loyalty.
Not tainted with the slightest ambiguity or filth.