Yuran, with bright and sparkling eyes, stared at Lu Xiao as if he were the God of Wealth, "Money tree, you work hard to make money."
Everyone: "..."
Qi Younian, supporting his forehead, said, "You really are..."
Yuran, with an awkward smile, said, "Alright, alright, I got carried away with my first earnings. To celebrate our family’s Lu Xiao’s dazzling achievents, I’ll treat everyone today. Let’s go and have a feast."
"Oh yeah, Boss Yuran, you’re the best."
...
After the dinner and back at ho, Yuran was physically and ntally exhausted. She bumped into Bo Yan, who had just co down from upstairs wearing house clothes. He appeared to have just returned shortly before her, having taken a shower, his hair not dried properly, and dripping water, looking unfairly sexy.
Yuran swallowed hard, changing her shoes but not moving her gaze away from his face even slightly. Bo Yan, with a sullen face, strode towards her, not slowing down as he drew closer inch by inch.
As she finished changing her shoes, she found herself pinned against the mirror beside the shoe cabinet. She looked up at him, stuttering, "What... what are you doing?"
"Have you been drinking?"
He asked a question unrelated to hers, with his handso face buried in her neck, gently sniffing like a large sheepdog.
Yuran, feeling tickled, pushed his head away, laughing, "Don’t co closer; it tickles, haha... Don’t kiss ."
Seeing the satisfying red mark on her neck, he finally stopped and looked down at the flushed girl from his higher position, a smile curving his lips, "Happy?"
He was so close that droplets from his hair fell onto her face. Yuran pouted and complained, "Go dry your hair."
"Baby, are you despising ?"
"Of course not."
"Not?" His eyes narrowed dangerously.
Yuran, sensing danger like a radar, found her lips tightly sealed before she could utter a sound.
She thought Bo Yan was too enthusiastic, really.
Every ti, he devoured her like she was the most delicious food, leaving no room for sentint.
Regardless of how she struggled, he was only after the air in her lungs, and then her limbs went weak, leaving her powerless.
Afterward, he encircled her in his arms, critically remarking, "So weak."
Yuran had no strength even to speak insultingly, attempting to kick him but only hurting herself as the kick had no effect on him.
Leaning on him breathlessly, she threatened, "Next ti, if you bully like this again, I’ll tell your mom."
"How about I finish bullying you first, then you can tell on ? By then, my mom might think a grandchild is on the way."
Yuran’s face fell, wishing she could beat up the person in front of her. Bo Yan chuckled lightly, sweeping her up horizontally and carrying her upstairs, cheering her on as they went, "Congratulations, you won your first battle."
Yuran wrapped her arms around his neck, and, encouraged by his words, planted a kiss on the corner of his lips, "So considerate."
Bo Yan’s gaze suddenly deepened, vast and endless like the night sky, dangerous and enchanting, but Yuran didn’t notice as she cheerfully asked, "How did you know?"
Looking at her carefree deanor, Bo Yan smiled helplessly, "Xie Cheng told ."
"Wow, that’s amazing; he actually pays attention to my affairs. But without thinking, I know it was your doing, Seven. He must pity him; he probably didn’t want to do it, especially since he dislikes so much."
This was just casual complaining, without aning to give Bo Yan a hard ti. Bo Yan could tell and chuckled, "Should I replace him then?"
"No, no, no, I’m just joking. I’m not the renminbi; it doesn’t make sense for everyone to like ."
After she finished speaking, she leaned lazily into Bo Yan’s arms and closed her eyes, "So sleepy, so tired. Qi, will you run a bath?"
"Do you need help bathing?"
Yuran’s drowsiness suddenly vanished. She stared at him, playing the rogue with all seriousness, and glared at him angrily, "Shaless!"
Bo Yan, as a lawful husband who still hadn’t had his ’al’: "..."
Even so, he still dutifully found clothes for her, prepared the bath water, and ushered her in, before closing the door behind her.
Having done all this, Bo Yan sighed, thinking to himself: Why am I so good and so dutiful? I have to be even better to her, so good that nobody else can accommodate her like I do.
With that thought, he felt satisfied.
Because of her tiredness, Yuran didn’t bathe for long—she erged after about half an hour with a dry cap wrapped around her head, which made her small face look even smaller.
As she sat in front of the dressing table wiping her face, she saw in the mirror that Bo Yan, half-leaning against the headboard, was circling dates on a desk calendar with a pen. She didn’t know when he started this habit of looking at desk calendars.
Could it really be because he was getting older?
She silently complained while wiping her face.
Bo Yan made a circle on a date with a red pen, then fixated a deep, unfathomable gaze at soone at the dressing table, as deep as the sea.
Yuran finished wiping her face and saw that Bo Yan was still seriously looking at the calendar. She felt mischievous and poured so toner into her hands, then walked towards him and stood by the bed. Just as Bo Yan prepared to look up, he was startled by Yuran pouncing on him.
Imdiately after, his face felt cool as Yuran’s hands started to mischievously ss around on his face, full of malice.
Bo Yan didn’t resist at all. He waited until she got bored before he looked at her amusedly, "Not satisfied with playing by yourself? Pouting?"
"Can’t you just play along? Aren’t you an award-winning actor?"
"Then, should we do it again? I’ll cooperate however you need to, no matter what the extent." He put on an appearance as if he was willing to sacrifice himself.
Yuran was so stunned by his shalessness that she was speechless: "..."
"Pfft..." Seeing her dazed and cute look, Bo Yan couldn’t help but laugh and cry. He placed the calendar on the bedside cabinet on his side, went to the bathroom to get the hairdryer, and sat on the bed, patting his leg to signal Yuran to lie down.
Helping her with her hair had beco a well-practiced task for Bo Yan. He skilfully removed the dry cap from her head and started to dry her hair as she would often fall into a dozy state during this.
She was like a precious and noble cat, her eyes half-closed, full of charm.
Bo Yan’s slender fingers weaved through her hair, carefully drying it. Every part of her was invaluable to him.
She felt almost too sleepy to keep her eyes open. Every ti Bo Yan dried her hair, she found it so comfortable, so soporific that her mind beca foggy, rembering a question she had wanted to ask for a long ti, "Qi, why have you been so into the desk calendar lately?"
Bo Yan paused, his smile deepening, "Want to know why?"
"Mmm..." She humd softly, almost inaudibly.
"Because, it’s ’sleeping with you,’ ah!"
Sleepiness completely gone.
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