In a daze, she seemed to dream that Bo Jinyu was kissing her.
The sensation was so real that she couldn't help but open her eyes.
What filled her vision was a magnified handsome face with delicate features, exquisitely beautiful as if painted, with slender, peach blossom eyes that warmed her with their accustomed tenderness and indulgence, tinged with an irrepressible playfulness and mischief.
"Are you... real or... in my dream~"
"Did the little lady dream of me?" Bo Jinyu whispered a soft laugh, propping up his body with one hand, leaning down slightly, and kissing her lips.
"Mhm."
One softly uttered word, yet it made Bo Jinyu smile delightedly.
"Weren't you supposed to be on the evening flight? How come you arrived at this time?" Ye Anran asked in a soft voice.
"I missed you, so I came back."
Bo Jinyu's voice was deep and husky, sensual to the extreme.
How could he have possibly waited until tomorrow to return?
