Tsk, Tsk...
Staring at the disconnected phone, Bo Yan sighed. He never expected to have the day when he’d also be called "Third Brother." Setting down the phone, he couldn’t help but think that Xiaoqi’s change was more than just minor.
Yuran, truly remarkable.
Who would have thought that the one Xiaoqi once despised could turn such a terrible hand into a royal flush?
Instead, she was pampered like a little princess.
Impressive, very impressive!
Amazing, truly amazing.
Bo Yan stroked his chin, wondering if he should take the opportunity to get to know Little Yuran again?
Seeing how Xiaoqi acted, probably, likely, perhaps, if he got on good terms with Little Yuran in the future, there would be great reward?
Yes, that’s a delightful decision.
...
After hanging up the phone, Bo Yan did not go back to sleep but continued to stand on the balcony, his mood dark and troubled.
Yuran did not know what dream she had; she suddenly woke from it, reaching out beside her, not feeling any warmth, which made her even more alert.
Instinctively, she wanted to get up and find soone.
She lifted the blanket, and before she could get out of bed, her peripheral vision caught a tall figure standing on the balcony with his back to the bedroom. It was not yet sumr, and the air was cool.
Bo Yan, whom she saw, was wearing only a thin shirt on the balcony. She didn’t know how long he had been standing there.
Was there sothing troubling him?
She paused for a mont, barefoot on the carpet.
Unable to suppress his irritation, Bo Yan, originally planning to slowly go back to sleep, lost his guard at ho. Besides, ever since he realized his feelings for Yuran, he had never guarded against her.
So when she hugged him from behind, his irritation instinctively faded away.
"Why are you awake?"
His eyebrows relaxed, his tone affectionate.
Grabbing her hands that hugged him, he turned around, his eyes falling on her feet as white as jade, "It’s cool at night, why aren’t you wearing shoes?"
Saying this, he didn’t wait for an answer, imdiately scooped her up in his arms, and carried her into the bedroom.
Yuran frowned, "Bo Yan, are you in a bad mood?"
"Hmm, just thinking about so stuff. Why did you wake up?"
"Had a nightmare, didn’t feel you beside , and it startled awake."
"Pfft..." Bo Yan laughed joyously, "You realize how important my presence is now?"
"I’ve always known that, okay?"
Laid on the bed by Bo Yan and covered with a blanket, he lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms, "Sleep now, I’m here with you."
Yuran found a comfortable position in his arms and asked in a muffled voice, "Can you talk about what’s bothering you so much?"
She guessed in her heart that ninety percent of it was related to her; Bo Yan didn’t really pay much attention to his own issues.
He didn’t care about being slandered or praised.
Very zen about it.
But her issues were different; Bo Yan could definitely infuriate himself and, of course, infuriate others even more over them.
Seeing that he remained silent, his lips tightly pressed together, she rubbed his face with her hand, "Bo Yan, talk to about it."
"Stop ssing around, go to sleep," he said helplessly and wearily as she played with his face.
Yuran playfully pressed down on the corners of his lips, trying to coax a handso and charming smile from him. Bo Yan, tickled by her actions, grabbed her hand and moved it away with a deep look in his eyes.
With a silent accusation and suppression, "Baby, if you keep fooling around, do you believe I could do anything? Want to try?"
Yuran imdiately behaved, "No, I don’t really want to," she said.
Looking at the person burying her face in his chest like an ostrich, leaving only the back of her head visible, he laughed so hard his chest vibrated, "That’ll teach you to be naughty."
Yuran: "...Xiaoqi, you really don’t plan to share your bad mood with ? Is it related to ?"
"Can’t sleep?"
Yuran nodded, "Can’t sleep, can we chat?"
Looking at her clear eyes, completely devoid of sleepiness, Bo Yan compromised, "Okay, what do you want to chat about?"
Yuran widened her eyes, looking at her with an accusatory gaze, "..."
Bo Yan with a serious face, "Hmm, chat about what?"
"Xiaoqi, why are you like this?"
"Like what?" he pretended, truly having none of her business.
Yuran, "Xiaoqi, please, just talk to , I really want to chat with you."
Bo Yan, "Chatting with is expensive, do you want to chat?"
Yuran: "..." Suddenly, she didn’t feel like chatting anymore.
Bo Yan nonchalantly continued, "A chat costs fifty cents, starting at least with three kisses. Mrs. Bo, do you want to chat?"
Yuran had never seen anyone take advantage so cheekily and shalessly; she was frustrated yet amused, seeing his demanding attitude made her grit her teeth, "Let’s chat."
Bo Yan smiled slightly, pointing at his lips with his finger, his eyes full of amusent, "Then shall we start with the fifty cents one?"
Yuran humphed, holding his face, "I want to chat for a hundred thousand dollars worth."
As soon as she finished speaking, her lush lips pressed against his in a sizzling French kiss. After nearly losing control and panting heavily, she finally stopped, leaving Bo Yan puzzled.
"Is that worth hundred thousand dollars?"
Yuran haughtily replied, "Of course, there are many types of kisses, okay? A fifty-cent one is just a peck, while what I did clearly falls into the hundred thousand dollar category."
Bo Yan: "..."
With a delightful beginning, the conversation beca much more natural. Bo Yan first asked her if she rembered the siblings from the Bo Family.
With the original’s mories, Yuran was a bit lancholic in his arms but still nodded, "I rember."
The Bo Family, apart from Bo Mum’s kindness and Major General Bo’s love which extended to her, the seven Bo siblings didn’t quite like Yuran, finding her arrogant and senseless.
Bo Yan ran his hand over her head and chuckled, "Though I empathize, their animosity isn’t directed at you. I won’t deny how they were toward the original Yuran, but baby, you...
Trust , with you gaining my attention, you won’t be less than anyone else. After all, I’m so outstanding; the Bo siblings will have to take notice," he reassured.
The gloom in Yuran’s mood was instantly rescued, "Xiaoqi, you really are..." narcissistic.
He drew her closer into his embrace, holding her tight, "I just talked to the third brother on the phone and ntioned so things about the Qin Family. I don’t understand much about the original Yuran’s matters, and investigating it is quite troubleso.
Baby, since you share her mories, can you tell if she was bullied by the noble family’s youths in the past?
Yuran thought about sealing those chaotic mories since the damage wasn’t really to herself, and she didn’t bear any resentnt. But what if they didn’t let go of her?
After thinking for a mont, she nodded inside Bo Yan’s arms, "She was bullied, often. It seed like the original Yuran was threatened and didn’t dare speak up. Their thods of bullying were also rather... special."
Yuran conscientiously confessed after mulling over her words.
Discussing the previous Yuran, Bo Yan showed no pity, listening as if it was soone else’s story. After Yuran finished, he pulled her closer, "You won’t be like that."
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