If he still couldn't figure out why, his witty remarks were cause for concern.
Just that...
He glanced at Anran.
He helplessly laughed.
Leaning in gently to the woman sitting next to him, he watched her soft peach lips and lightly kissed them.
Ye Anran almost reflexively bolted upright, her eyes wide as she glared at him. Then, she fiercely wiped at her mouth, as if trying to scrub off something dirty.
At this point, Bo Jinyu was absolutely certain.
He joked as he stared at her, "I really did clean up with facial wash, and she only barely touched the corner of my lips!"
"What… What clean up? What about the corner of lips?" Ye Anran stuttered at him, her voice somewhat shaky.
"Alright, if it's about this, you're gonna skip your meal!" Bo Jinyu gently pulled her into his arms, lifting her tenderly.
