He wouldn't have the heart to do it.
"Can't I just stay at home?" Ye Ranran lowered her head.
"No, the doctor has equipment, and I arranged the house. It's not far from home. You can rest there and get better, and the baby and I will visit you every day, is that okay?" Jun Mochan's fingers ran through her hair.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Ye Ranran didn't vehemently object.
Jun Mochan had noticed that ever since the incident with Song Ze, Ye Ranran had become much more docile, always obedient to his arrangements.
He knew that the incident had inevitably left a shadow in her heart; he was in pain but powerless.
"Shall I go over tonight?" Ye Ranran placed her hands around his waist.
"It's quite late today, let's do it tomorrow. I'll take you there tomorrow." Jun Mochan let go of her.
Lying in bed, Ye Ranran snuggled into Jun Mochan's embrace, her legs inadvertently brushing against him.
"Stop it, you're still sick." Jun Mochan trapped her legs between his.
