The wound has healed, so it's naturally okay to get it wet, just don't soak it.
"Okay." Jun Mochan did not refuse.
Ye Ranran adjusted the water temperature for Jun Mochan, turned around, and bumped into a warm chest.
Jun Mochan reached out, his hands like iron chains, firmly holding Ye Ranran.
"What are you doing?" Ye Ranran pushed him, but couldn't move him.
Jun Mochan's lips lingered by her ear: "What do you think I'm doing?"
Ye Ranran grabbed his big hand: "Don't move around, your wound isn't healed yet."
Who acts like this??
"Are you doubting me?" There was a hint of danger in Jun Mochan's tone.
"I'm not, it's just..."
When he returned, Jun Mochan had said that he was a bit tired recently and planned to rest at home for a while.
Old Mr. Jun had no objections; as long as he was well, nothing else mattered, and he didn't interfere.
Besides, he was old and didn't want to handle things anymore; when he had free time, he just wanted to play with his grandson.
