She was not made of wood or stone, how could she truly be without feelings?
All this ti, she had been acutely aware of Bo Yan’s various attentions towards her.
Moreover, Bo Yan didn’t skimp on showing his feelings; he laid them out bravely and openly for her to see.
They seeped into her consciousness, making it clear that he liked her.
Even, there was a sense of uniqueness, sothing special.
It was different from when she was with Yinchao. Back then, Yinchao ignored her or gave half-hearted responses, and she wasn’t upset in the slightest.
Between them was more a sense of gratitude, as Yinchao had helped her escape the nightmare of the orphanage.
She was emotionally dull, which she knew very well. Qi Younian had said it in the past life, her agent had ntioned it too, but she didn’t care.
Feelings, after all, were just that.
But, Bo Yan was different. She hadn’t thought too deeply about how, but simply based on her own reactions, at least when she was with Bo Yan, her heart would uncontrollably race.
She would feel nervous, joyful, expectant, and even worried about what to do if a relationship with him didn’t last long. She had all the emotions a girl should have. She wasn’t lacking any.
It wasn’t a one-man show on Bo Yan’s part. His affection was like fire; when he liked you, he’d want to engulf and warm you from all sides.
It was against her conscience to say she truly felt nothing for Bo Yan’s affections.
What mattered most was her worry that Bo Yan’s earnest affection for her was only temporary, and she hoped Bo Yan would like her a little more.
She had thought that expressing such a sentint would make Bo Yan think her greedy, but contrary to her expectations, he suddenly opened his arms, embraced her, and she found herself resting against his chest, listening to his vigorous heartbeat, seemingly a bit fast.
Bo Yan pressed her head gently against the spot where his heart thumped, his voice a little hoarse, "Can you hear it?"
"Hmm?" Yuran was slightly puzzled.
"When you say you like , I can’t control it."
Yuran: "..."
Bo Yan’s chin rested on her head, "Baby, let like you a bit longer, a bit more, until you can’t persuade yourself to say no. Then, will you date ?"
...
Bo Yan was toxic.
This was the conclusion Yuran reached after a sleepless night and the following day, sitting in Qi Younian’s car with dark circles under her eyes, struggling continuously.
Her mind was filled with that word ’baby,’ feeling embarrassed every ti she thought about it.
"Didn’t you sleep last night? Your eyes are so dark."
There are always so people in the world who step hard on your sore spot without any tact.
Yuran grumbled, "Yeah..."
Qi Younian drove and occasionally glanced at her dark circles in the rearview mirror, unable to suppress a chuckle, "What did you do last night? Playing pranks?"
"Would you believe if I said Bo Yan teased ?"
Qi Younian shook his head, "That’s hard to believe."
Yuran: "...Why?"
Qi Younian humd, seriously replying, "You’re just not his type. Seven years in the spotlight and not a single girlfriend scandal. He’s seen all shapes and sizes, and let tell you, the industry is abuzz with rumors that he’s into n."
"That’s nonsense."
Qi Younian replied, "Why are you angry? Aren’t you on bad terms with him? I didn’t even talk bad about him!"
Yuran waved her hand dismissively, "How could he possibly like n?"
"Why not?" Qi Younian actually started to argue with her, "Can’t there be soone who doesn’t like beautiful girls? Look at those two won who were linked with Bo Yan but then dismissed, weren’t each of them as beautiful as flowers and heavenly fairies?"
Yuran: "..." That was exasperating.
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