Yuran lowered her gaze to send a message to Bo Yan, "Qi Ge, how did you know? Do you have supernatural powers?"
Bo Yan’s reply arrived quickly, "The makeup artist you called is my person."
Yuran, "...You actually planted a spy in my camp?"
Oh, so that beautiful miss was Bo Yan’s person! She had overheard people calling her Sister Lin.
And it seemed that the assistants around her were rather obedient to her—was there such a back story?
Before her thoughts had run their course, Bo Yan called. Annan saw the incoming call and jumped a mile, unable to believe what she was seeing. It was a direct stab to her tender heart.
"I know everything she said to scold you," Bo Yan’s shallow voice came through. "Did it feel unfair at the time?"
Yuran, "Not unfair, as it wasn’t true. So, you refused to recommend her for that reason? Now the entire internet is speculating about how she offended you, calling you petty. Can you clarify that?"
Bo Yan laughed, "Clarify what? Clarify that I didn’t recommend her because she insulted the girl I like? That I found it offensive? Sure! Would you like that?"
Bo Yan’s laughter came through, "No need to clarify, no one would believe that I’m petty!"
Yuran, "Where does your inexplicable confidence come from?"
Bo Yan’s voice softened, quite tenderly, "Kid, I’m somewhat looking forward to our kissing scene."
Yuran, "You’re not allowed to call me ’kid.’" I’m actually two years older than you, call me sister.
Bo Yan’s voice grew even softer, laced with a note of amusement, as if he was whispering in her ear as usual, "Then what shall I call you? Baby? Sure! I’ll call you that if you answer me one time? Baby..."
Why the inexplicable shame?
The great actor Bo has to be toxic, he’s shameless.
Having not heard a response from Yuran for a long time, Bo Yan, like a child addicted to teasing a cat, tempted and coaxed, "Baby, answer me! As a reward for me protecting you for a moment, okay?"
Yuran’s entire face flushed, her ears burning as if aflame. Annan watched in utter astonishment. What exactly did the great actor Bo say to make you so embarrassed? Not suitable for children?
"You...you...you... you’re not allowed to speak."
Bo Yan, "Hmm? Why? Don’t you like hearing it? Then you call me ’baby,’ and I’ll answer!"
Ahhhhh... Bo Yan you jerk! Can’t you speak properly!
Annan reached out and touched Yuran’s tearful earlobes. Yuran, as if something had crawled over her, subconsciously dodged. Her movement was a bit drastic and she bumped into the bedpost, crying out in pain, her eyes welling with tears.
"What happened?" On the other end, Bo Yan’s voice panicked, "Did you fall?"
"Ow..." Yuran was in so much pain she found it hard to reply when she heard footsteps and a door opening on the other end. Soon after, knocks sounded at her own door. Annan, concerned, supported Yuran, "Are you okay? Who is knocking at this hour? Could it be Qi Younian?"
Yuran, in throbbing pain, shook her head, "It’s not him, go open the door. It’s Bo Yan."
Annan walked unsteadily toward the door in her nervousness, and Yuran watched her dumbfoundedly: "..." What is this execution? Even if you’re excited to see your idol, isn’t this a bit too much? How embarrassing!
Annan opened the door and Bo Yan rushed in past her, heading straight to Yuran’s side. Seeing her tearful eyes, he sat beside her, not hanging up the phone, but carelessly throwing it aside and hugging her onto his lap.
At the door, Annan turned into a stone sculpture: "..."
The enemy of a myriad of women had appeared.
"Where did you hit? Show me," Bo Yan asked, focusing on her face, reaching out to wipe her tears.
Yuran lifted her left foot, "Here."
The instep was red, and her fair skin made it look quite dreadful. Bo Yan’s eyes flashed as he grasped her instep and started to massage it. When Bo Yan grabbed her foot, Yuran flinched, intending to pull away, but she had nowhere to escape.
She was sitting in his arms, his voice almost ringing in her ear. As she looked up, she saw Annan, still petrified at the door.
Bo Yan seemed to notice too and looked up. In an instant, Annan recovered, turned, and walked toward another room, "Great Actor Bo, Yuran, I didn’t see anything. Do whatever you were doing—I’m leaving now."
Originally a super dedicated fan, the first thing they would do was ask for an autograph, expressing their admiration for Great Actor Bo, having carefully watched every one of his films. Never had they imagined that their countless fantasies about the first meeting would actually take place in their best friend’s room?
And the Great Actor was deigning to massage his good friend’s foot????
After Annan left, Yuran reached out to grab Bo Yan’s arm, "Okay, I’m fine, there’s no need to rub anymore."
Bo Yan hugged her and stood to close the door, then continued to hold her as they sat down, teasing, "How exactly did you manage to sprain your foot just by answering a phone call?"
Yuran, "You, think carefully, who caused it?"
Bo Yan recalled for a moment, laughed, and then kissed her forehead, "What am I to do! You can’t even stand to listen to such unromantic love confessions. When I declare my love later, what should I do?" By the end, his voice had turned into a suggestive whisper, the warmth of his breath swirling into Yuran’s ear.
She blushed and pushed him away, "Can’t you just not say them?"
Bo Yan shook his head, "I can’t. Seeing you, my thoughts gush forth like a spring."
Yuran: "... does it scald your mouth?"
Bo Yan’s lips pressed against her earlobe, "The lines might be scalding, but love words are quite fitting. I say, I’m looking forward to our kissing scene. I wasn’t joking. Guess how I’ll start to kiss you. What kind of kissing style? How long? Will the people nearby realize that I actually... hmm..."
Before Bo Yan could finish his words, he was silenced by the red-faced, tearful Yuran covering his mouth with her hand. Yuran’s eyelashes trembled violently, and heat blazed across her face.
Bo Yan took her hand into his palm, his lips nearly touching hers, "Let’s practice a bit, get familiar in advance, shall we?"
Only when she felt like she couldn’t breathe did Bo Yan finally let her go, his lips still close, "If I call you ’baby’ and you answer, I’ll stop kissing you. If not, we’ll continue, okay?"
"Who does it like you do?" Yuran gasped for air, hardly having the strength to push him away, as pliable as a soft thing that could be squeezed and shaped at will.
Bo Yan, "Not answering, huh? You must really want to kiss me."
With that, he leaned in again.
"Hmm—" Just as Bo Yan was about to press down again, Yuran gave a long, nasal acknowledgement.