The bedroom light was on, making the colors of the clothes appear even more vivid.
It also cast a glow on the man's exceptionally pale skin, yet the underlying dark tide in his brows and eyes couldn't be hidden — there was a kind of... provocative sensuality.
Jiang Yaoyao swallowed unconsciously, "I want to go back now..."
"It's already seven o'clock," Bo Jinlan interrupted her.
He lifted his hand, gently brushing her delicate neck with his fingertips as if by accident, "It's not very appropriate to visit your aunt this late, is it?"
Jiang Yaoyao almost wanted to cry, "It's all your fault!"
"You can't blame me for that." Bo Jinlan chuckled lowly, his breath on her cheek stirring her heart into a flutter, "Only blame the way you insistently put oysters on my plate earlier at the Cheng Family's place."
Jiang Yaoyao: "???"
"Don't understand?" Bo Jinlan narrowed his eyes, and then...
