Although Ye Anran and Bo Youlin had never progressed to a deeper relationship, they had kissed before.
But when she kissed him, she never felt like this.
When Uncle Bo kissed her, her mind went blank all of a sudden, her whole body felt light as if floating, and amidst the haziness, she just felt a tingling numbness, her heart was both nervous and excited, and her body went limp in an instant.
"What are you thinking about!" Ai Zi lightly slapped Ye Anran's arm.
"Nothing much; I just feel that the likelihood of Uncle Bo and me getting together isn't high," said Ye Anran.
"How can it not be high? Uncle Bo likes you, and I can see that you're not without feelings for him!" As her best friend, Ai Zi could still discern Ye Anran's thoughts.
Ye Anran remembered the hesitation Uncle Bo showed when mentioning marriage yesterday, and she always felt there was some issue, something standing between them.
Yet, she couldn't figure it out.
