Jun Mochan looked at her with heartfelt heartache: "My mom..."
"That's okay, it'll go away soon," Ye Ranran covered Jun Mochan's eyes with her left hand, "Don't apologize, really."
"Let me put some ointment on you." Jun Mochan took out the ointment and carefully applied it to Ye Ranran.
"Luckily, my face is real. If it wasn't, it would have been ruined after so many beatings," Ye Ranran joked.
A twinge of guilt hit Jun Mochan, he hadn't protected her well.
"I told you not to be upset." Ye Ranran wrapped a single arm around Jun Mochan, her head nuzzling into his neck. "Apart from getting slapped, I didn't lose anything."
"I know you're tough, but don't we still need to buy New Year's goods? How can you go out like this?"
Oh right, this was so annoying. Ye Ranran snuggled in Jun Mochan's arms and mumbled, "We'll go tomorrow then."
"Hmm, then tomorrow," Jun Mochan replied, holding Ye Ranran close.
Ye Ranran let out a surprised yelp, "What are you doing?"