After that day he had kissed Yuran, Bo Yan, the great actor, acted as if nothing had happened, but in the details, he was slowly becoming deeply integrated into Yuran’s life.
For example, Yuran had grown accustomed to eating at home, and also to Bo Yan cooking for her.
Her own feelings even started changing slightly, from initially praising Bo Yan officially for every dish, to outright expressing her dislike for certain dishes half a month later.
When she first noticed this change, Yuran quickly realized, and looked at Bo Yan’s face, but seeing that he wasn’t only not angry but was also taking her seriously.
Naturally, their interactions became more relaxed, and her expressions of disdain became more obvious.
The daily conversations went from, "Big brother Qi, your cooking is really impressive"; "Big brother Qi, this tastes quite good"; "Big brother Qi, you’re truly capable..."
To, "Big brother Qi, this sweet and sour spare ribs are not as good as my aunt’s, a bit too sweet"; "Big brother Qi, this is a bit salty"; "Big brother Qi, your cooking skills have backslid..."
Sometimes, when she carefully thought back and considered the changes over these days, Yuran occasionally felt she was outrageously bold.
The grand actor Bo Yan cooking for her, and yet she was nitpicking.
If she cooked for someone and they nitpicked, she’d say love it or leave it, and not to blabber nonsense.
Yet, Bo Yan, while listening to her critiques, seriously responded every time, "I’ll improve next time."
This person can’t be Bo Yan, right!
That day, after eating, Bo Yan put all the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. Following behind him stealthily was Yuran. When Bo Yan turned around, he saw her staring at him.
He was very tall; his official height was 188 cm, but Yuran felt he might be a bit taller.
"What are you looking at?" he asked.
Yuran stepped closer towards him and gazed at his face in confusion before she finally asked, "Big brother Qi, did you say before that you liked me?"
Yuran, puzzled, slightly furrowed her brows, "Big brother Qi, you... didn’t you really dislike me before?"
Yuran was somewhat disheartened by these two responses, but with some feelings unclear at the bottom of her heart and finding it hard to rest or eat, she continued, "Big brother Qi, why... why do you like me?"
Bo Yan replied, "I just do."
Yuran nodded, seemingly accepting this explanation, "Big brother Qi, what about me do you like?"
Bo Yan focusing on her face so close, her rosy lips, his throat bobbed, and he looked away, "Xiaoran..."
"Hmm?" Yuran unconsciously responded.
Suddenly, Bo Yan leaned in, his lips almost touching the corner of hers. Yuran, like a startled kitten, instinctively stepped back, but Bo Yan was prepared and cornered her within his arms, leaving her no room to escape.
Bo Yan said, "If you haven’t sorted out your feelings of liking me, then stop teasing me, okay?"
His voice was already low and magnetic, incredibly seductive, and this deliberately crafted tone, ending in a slight tremble, was downright lethal.
Yuran, bewildered, blushed fiercely, instinctively dodging a little, "I, I wasn’t teasing you."
Bo Yan didn’t accept the rebuttal, "You did."
Yuran shook her head, "I didn’t."
Yuran: "..." That’s autocratic.
Bo Yan’s lean and long fingers twined in her hair, his body pressing down, lips barely touching her burning earlobe, "So, you might as well like me! You can’t escape, what do you say?"