章 635: 634 Narcissism

In Wen Ran's memory, she and Mo Xiuchen hadn't been intimate since that unexpected night in D Country, and everything else, no matter how real, was just a dream.

Her subconscious assured herself that those were only dreams, not reality.

"Ranran."

Mo Xiuchen called her again.

The distinct joints of his slender fingers held the blood-stained paper, the sharp contrast of red and white was rather disturbing.

However, he didn't even glance at it, his soft gaze fixed on the woman in front of him.

Wen Ran was defeated by his gaze.

Her delicate eyebrows were still knitted, concern and defeat resided on her pretty face, and her gaze towards him hinted at a hint of struggle.

She got back on the bed anyway.

Return to her initial spot.

Seeing her got back on the bed, a sense of relief crossed Mo Xiuchen's eyes and he let out a silent sigh.

Lowering his eyes, he glanced at the bloody tissue in his hand, his lips barely curving, he said gently,