Professor Jiang's spoiled little ancestor is sweet

Chapter 285 The Inexplicable Kiss
Tang Ranran saw that Yu Beicheng had already taken out the cotton swab, she walked over reluctantly, and glanced at the man's expression, showing no sign of impatience.

This doesn't fit his cruel and violent personality at all.

Yu Beicheng glanced at Lao Yao who was watching the show at the door, and reminded him: "Old Yao, you go back to the venue first, and call me when the filming starts."

Lao Yao was clear in his heart, and this person was clearly driving him away, so he threw his hands back, and could only nod in agreement, "Okay, remember not to mess up your hairstyle."

After giving instructions, Lao Yao didn't stay any longer, and soon there were only two people left in the lounge.

Tang Ranran stood by the sofa, lowered her head and didn't meet Yu Beicheng's eyes. She slowly stretched out the back of her hand, and couldn't help saying at the same time, "I can do it by myself. Anyway, it's the left hand, and the right hand can wipe it off."

Yu Beicheng squeezed some scald ointment on a cotton swab, and when he was done, he threw the ointment on the coffee table, looked up at Tang Ranran, his tone changed slightly, and he said, "I stretched out my hand, and I still want to take it back?"

"sit down."

Tang Ranran's temperament is not so pretentious. Even if she feels a little awkward now, she can quickly adjust her emotions, quickly sit beside Yu Beicheng, put her left hand in front of him, and grinned: "Then, Teacher Yu, please help me." Apply the medicine, take it lightly."

Tang Ranran felt that what she said was somewhat lacking. She glanced at Yu Beicheng's reaction and found that he hadn't changed much.

In order to apply the medicine, Yu Beicheng took advantage of the situation to hold Tang Ranran's wrist and squeezed the cotton swab with the other hand. He didn't think about whether this move was inappropriate, but only thought about how it would be convenient.

The man's deep eyes all fell on the red area. He focused on smearing it. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, casting shadows under his eyes. Looking close up, he was affectionate and gentle, like a caring boyfriend.

Tang Ranran asked him to be gentle, but Yu Beicheng was really careful, controlling the force of the cotton swab on the back of her hand.

"Does it not hurt?" Yu Beicheng asked casually.

No matter how strong Tang Ranran's psychological quality was, he couldn't stand this blow.

Tang Ranran looked at Yu Beicheng, her heart was beating uncontrollably, the calm embarrassment just now disappeared, and the villain deep in her heart was dancing wildly, already dragging a brush to write hundreds of small compositions in her heart.

This excitement is even stronger than winning the lottery.

In fact, Yu Beicheng, a singer who has been in the entertainment industry since he was a child, is not as irritable and indifferent as he looks at all. His delicate thoughts are his unknown side.

In the past, Tang Ranran only admired his handsomeness in chasing his dreams desperately, but at this moment, he finally realized deeply how gentle and delicate this man is in taking care of others.

Yu Beicheng squeezed the burn ointment on the cotton swab again, because he didn't wait for Tang Ranran's reply just now, he raised his eyes to see her reaction, and coincidentally, he met Tang Ranran's eyes.

Based on what she knew about herself, Tang Ranran guessed that she should be blushing now. The last time she blushed to this extent was when she was six years old and wet the bed.

The Tang Ranran that Yu Beicheng saw was the one whose face was flushed red, just like the one who saw her smiling softly last time, she was a little shy. He was slightly startled, and the movements of his hands suddenly stopped, feeling a little itchy in his heart.

He was reflected in the clear eyes.

"Are you... still applying ointment? I'll do it myself if I don't." Tang Ranran rarely stuttered. Seeing Yu Beicheng's deep and complicated expression, she bit her red lip at a loss, and subconsciously retracted her left hand a little.

"Tang Ranran."

Yu Beicheng said her name slowly again with unclear emotions.

Tang Ranran was still biting her lip, she felt the heavy breathing of the man beside her, and his eyes gradually lowered to her chin...

No, it's on her mouth.

In the next second, a soft and sweet kiss fell down, and Tang Ranran didn't even close her eyes.

(End of this chapter)