Bo Jinyu knew she was shy, so he didn't tease her anymore on the way. Instead, he just watched her face stay flushed and found it both amusing and laughable.
He couldn't resist, stretched out his hand, and gently pinched her cheek.
Which earned him a glare from her.
"You need to put on some makeup, otherwise everyone in the office might misunderstand!" Bo Jinyu said, unperturbed by her glare, with a smile.
"Misunderstand what?" Ye Anran asked, looking at him.
"Arriving late to work by three hours and having a flushed face, what do you think they will misunderstand?" Bo Jinyu's lips curved into a devilish smile, his voice tender and soft.
Ye Anran: Damn it!
She quickly unzipped her bag, took out a powder compact, and upon opening it and seeing her reflection in the small mirror, indeed found her face still flushed, so she glared at him again.
Bo Jinyu, however, laughed out loud without any restraint.
