When she heard this sentence, Ye Anran couldn't help but remember that he had said the same thing a long time ago.
That word "repayment" just flashed through her mind.
With a slight smile on her lips, she said nothing.
Bo Jinyu had no choice but to speak, "For the opening dance, may I have the honor of inviting our most beautiful star to dance with me?"
"Of course," Ye Anran replied with a light smile.
At this moment, to refuse would seem rather petty— even if there were no relation, a dance was still within the bounds of etiquette.
Bo Jinyu gave a soft laugh.
Ye Anran went down from the stage after receiving her award, her feet still feeling weak.
At that moment, her heart raced, and her mind was muddled by beauty, filled with Bo Jinyu's gentle, shallow smile and his handsome face, which resembled an inconceivably beautiful painting.
He seemed like a walking hormone, attracting anyone who got slightly close.
