"Were you scared?" Ye Anran asked, pouting her lips.
"How could I bee scared? I find your voice quite plain compared to those flamboyant singers, which is quite special!" Bo Jinyu thought for a moment and used a few unique adjectives.
Upon hearing this, Ye Anran burst into laughter.
After laughing, she still felt a bit dizzy, so she simply slid down from his lap to the car seat, laying her head on his thigh and wrapping her arms around his waist, she fell asleep contentedly.
Bo Jinyu gently stroked her soft hair, his lips curling into a faint smile.
She really was an interesting woman!
Tone-deaf but still amusing!
He leaned down and gently kissed her cheek, his movements very delicate, but deeply moving.
...
The next morning, Ye Anran woke up with a headache from a hangover.
As soon as she woke up, Bo Jinyu gently placed a warm cloth on her forehead. "Don't rush to get up, you drank a lot last night. A hot towel might make it feel better."
