Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

At this moment, Ji Nuan raised her eyes to Feng Ling. Seeing the way she refused so decisively, she immediately smiled. “That’s right, she’s not returning. Feng Ling’s doing so well by my side, why does she need to return to America? What’s the good in bearing hardships with a bunch of men? Besides, even if I don’t need a bodyguard, I need a good sister by my side. Don’t you think so, Feng Ling?”

In the past few days, Feng Ling had been touched countless times by Ji Nuan’s words. She looked at Ji Nuan and smiled slightly.

Nan Heng narrowed his eyes abruptly. He felt that Feng Ling, who had accompanied Ji Nuan for so long, had actually gained that little bit of femininity and softness that was previously absent…

“Does it still hurt?” Ji Nuan saw that Feng Ling’s ankle was red and swollen. She carefully touched it. It wasn’t clear how the wound had come about.

“It doesn’t hurt.” Feng Ling answered with a smile.

Watching the two of them display the deep love between sisters, the two men who were completely neglected exchanged a look.

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Finally, when Feng Ling’s wounds were mostly dealt with, Ji Nuan stood to tidy up the first aid kit. “Nan Heng, do you have water here?”

Earlier, she had supported Feng Ling as they ran. Right now, she wasn’t sure if it was because of the matters of her heart, or because she was truly thirsty; regardless, her tongue felt slightly dry.

“Drinking water?”

“En.”

“There are bottles of water provided by the hotel in the fridge. Go look for it yourself.”

Although this was a hotel room, it was a family-style suite. The kitchen was well-stocked, and some employees regularly replenished the alcohol and water in the fridge.

Ji Nuan placed the things in her hands down and entered the kitchen. She brought a bottle of water out from the refrigerator only to discover that the cap was tightly fastened. It was a brand-new bottle of water and was most likely handled poorly in the factory; it was much more difficult to open than normal.

She applied some force but was unable to open it.

She opened the refrigerator once more to substitute for a different bottle when a hand suddenly reached out and took it from her.

Without looking back, just by seeing the white fabric around that arm, she knew that the person standing behind her had to be Mo Jingshen.

Ji Nuan was silent for a moment. She turned to see the man who had easily unfastened the bottle cap.

The opened bottle was brought before her eyes. Mo Jingshen’s voice was as per normal. “Drink it.”

Ji Nuan’s hand faltered for a moment before she reached out to take it. Her brain must have been lagging as she spoke, as though possessed: “Thank you.”

The man’s expression was originally calm and unperturbed; as though they had never fought, and the month of disappearance had never occurred. However, because of the two words full of distance Ji Nuan had consciously, or perhaps unconsciously uttered, his gaze deepened.