The youth had just finished his bath, his black hair still dripping wet. Sparkling droplets trailed down his porcelain-like fair cheeks, flowed slowly over his graceful long neck, and finally disappeared into his beautiful, well-defined collarbones.
He wore a pajama top—it was his.
Bo Tingshen’s gaze gradually shifted onto her, and then he couldn’t move at all.
The slender figure of the boy and his delicate waist were wrapped in his clothes, the hem revealing his snow-white, jade-like long legs, shyly rubbing against each other.
His arms were in his clothes, his legs were in his clothes, his whole body was in his clothes, just like... he was intimately snuggling into his embrace, inside his body.
Bo Tingshen’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily, his throat dry and a bit irritable, so irritated he felt like destroying sothing.
He seed just right.
When Ye Xian saw him and the gradually intensifying look in his eyes, she thought he was about to get angry because she was wearing his pajamas. She hurriedly explained, "That... CEO, don’t misunderstand, Aunt Wen gave this to wear. You wouldn’t let go ho, and I had no clothes to change into, so I had no choice but to wear yours."
After saying this, Ye Xian rembered that Jiang Wanze should also be staying at the Bo Family’s ho. Why didn’t Wen Yan give her his clothes? Compared to the CEO, who was nearly six-foot-three, Jiang Wanze’s clothes would obviously fit her better.
Bo Tingshen seed as if he hadn’t heard her, his gaze fixating on her grew darker and darker, as if it could devour sothing, or as if it intended to strip the clothes off her inch by inch.
Seeing his expression turn increasingly terrifying, as if he was about to lose his mind, Ye Xian said, "Maybe I should ask Aunt Wen to buy so new clothes." Stingy!
"Co here."
His voice, husky and heavy, ca from behind her, giving Ye Xian the feeling of a werewolf about to devour its prey.
"I... No!"
"Do you want to co over and hold you?"
"?!"
Ye Xian was so scared by his words that her soul nearly flew away.
This was at the old mansion, Aunt Wen and Uncle Bo were still there, how could he say such a thing?
No, even if they weren’t at ho, he shouldn’t say such things! It could cause misunderstandings!
"Xianxian, have you finished your bath?"
Wen Yan, hearing noises from the bakery, ca out and saw her standing in the living room like a delicately carved porcelain doll, clearly thrilled.
No wonder people say boys are the handsost right after a bath, those water-soaked skin, pale and tender as if beckoning a pinch.
"The clothes fit okay, not as outrageous as I imagined. Go sit on the sofa and watch TV with Tingshen, and if you want sothing to eat, tell Xiaoli. Your uncle and I will serve you the cake we baked!"
Ye Xian glanced at Bo Tingshen. Auntie, can I refuse? I feel like your son’s gaze is plotting to devour !
"Okay, okay."
Ye Xian, wearing slippers, carefully walked over to the sofa, only to find that... the TV show the CEO had been intently watching was actually "Conquest of the World," and it was just at her scene.
But now he wasn’t watching the TV anymore; he was watching her.
Ye Xian: "CEO, what exactly do you want to do?"
Just say it, this tornting look is really uncomfortable.
Bo Tingshen: "I want to."
Ye Xian: "Huh?" Is that even an answer to the question? What does he want?
Bo Tingshen patted the spot next to him, "Co sit here."
Ye Xian shook her head like a rattle drum, "I won’t!"
Bo Tingshen furrowed his brows, his displeasure radiating from within, "Why not?"
"What if you hit when I’m close?"
"Do you think I can’t hit you if you sit far away?"
Ye Xian: "..." That’s a good point, I can’t argue with that.
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