บท 383: Intimate Contact

Lan Anran covered him with many layers of blankets, but they were useless.

Helpless, she could only take off her clothes and hug Mo Jinrong tightly. Only then did Mo Jinrong feel a trace of warmth.

They hugged each other and slept deeply until the next morning.

Mo Jinrong woke up with a splitting headache. He opened his eyes and looked around, shouting, "Mo San! Mo San!"

Mo San ran in when he heard the noise, pushing the door open and closing it again.

Lan Anran was sleeping soundly beside him.

"Young Master, you and Young Madam…"

Mo San smiled like an aunt as he spoke.

It was only then that Mo Jinrong noticed Lan Anran lying beside him.

He looked at his clothes that were on the floor and saw Lan Anran's bare shoulders, wondering what happened between them yesterday.

"How long have I slept?" Mo Jinrong asked Mo San softly.

"About a day," Mo San replied.