Zuo Aiai's eyes sparkled as she teased with a smirk, "Nevermind that, I don't want to be forced to swallow coupley sweetness!"
"Zuo Aiai, you're really pushing your luck!" Ye Anran glared at her.
"I'm not pushing my luck; I just don't want to be a third wheel! Alright, I'll stop now. I'm going to eat by myself, so I won't interrupt your romantic time," Zuo Aiai turned around and left.
Ye Anran smiled and cast a glance at Bo Jinyu.
Bo Jinyu was also looking at her, his eyes tender and deeply affectionate as always.
Yet when Ye Anran touched his beautiful lips, that unsettling feeling came back again.
She felt terribly uncomfortable in her mouth.
She moistened her lips then headed to the restroom.
Once inside the restroom, she turned on the faucet, filled a cup with water, and rinsed her mouth thoroughly.
The power of subconscious suggestion is indeed terrifying.
