When she was new to the industry, a senior colleague told her, "If a man with a career and without any bad habits says he dares to marry you, then he probably really likes you, or he’s gay, but if a man dates you for many years and doesn’t marry you, then he surely doesn’t love you."
Bo Yan wasn’t gay, she was certain of that.
Just like how Yinchao had dated her for many years and didn’t plan to marry her, she was sure Yinchao didn’t like her either.
So, did Bo Yan really like her?
After many twists and turns, Yuran’s face turned crimson, she subconsciously turned away from the heat of Bo Yan’s gaze that could almost set her ablaze.
Bo Yan’s affection was like a fiercely burning flame, surrounding you from all directions, unavoidable, inescapable, just like now; Bo Yan didn’t give her any chance to evade.
His long fingers pinched her chin, tilting her whole face up.
His breath, barely there, swept across her face, teasing with a kiss that wasn’t quite a kiss, ambiguous yet with a hint of distance, his voice enchanting, "Hmm? Do you dare?"
Yuran didn’t know where she found the strength, but she suddenly pushed him away and started running.
She hadn’t run five meters before she abruptly stopped, turned her head to look back at Bo Yan standing there with a smile on his face, "Brother Qi."
Bo Yan hummed in response, his voice faint and light.
Yuran’s face still flushed, she didn’t meet his gaze, twisting her fingers nervously, "I... I’m still young, you can’t flirt with me."
Bo Yan was slightly taken aback, then let out a laugh, "Okay! We’ll take it slow."
In other words, he had no intention of repenting.
If he didn’t flirt, someone else might catch her attention one day, then where would that leave him?
Clearly, Yuran didn’t get his insinuation, so she turned back again, standing in front of him without any sense of crisis, and asked him, "I saw the news earlier, did something happen to you?"
Yuran, "I saw journalists chasing after you with questions, and I saw, there was an ambulance, at the scene. Are you alright?"
"Hmm? You’re worried about me?"
He arched an eyebrow, appearing nonchalant and carefree, his direct gaze fixing on Yuran. This kind of intense scrutiny was unbearably hot, making her instinctively step back.
But then she was caught around the waist and pulled back, resuming the prior closeness, enclosed in his arms.
Yuran looked perplexed, what happened to taking it slow?
His already magnetic voice deepened several degrees, his breath flowing into her ear.
Her cheeks instantly heated up; she reached out to push Bo Yan’s face away but ended up cupping his mouth instead, the delicate, smooth texture making her jerk her hand back like she received an electric shock, her gaze then aimlessly drifting, unable to stay calm.
Bo Yan leaned in closer, his lips grazing hers with a nearly imperceptible touch, "Why the shyness? What are you hiding from? Think you can hide?"
"Brother Qi, I’m having trouble breathing, you, you-you, stay away from me a bit."
Good grief, was it like she’s never seen a handsome man before? Clearly... clearly... how come she’s fallen so hard for Bo Yan?
That’s just ridiculous.
He must be the fox spirit!
Bo Yan remained unflinching, oh’ed softly, again in a low, bewitching tone, "Then answer my question! Are you worried about me? Or just looking for excitement?"
"Worried, worried about you!"
With no place to hide, no way to evade, Yuran simply gave up and buried her face into his chest, her ears filled with the sound of Bo Yan’s strong heartbeat, her head topped with his deep laughter, his presence all-encompassing.
His existence was pervasive.
How... how is one supposed to escape this!