Unlike the smiles demanded by the scripts on the big screen, this smile, was one that Bo Yan offered from the depths of his heart, captivating, impossible to look away from. Bo Yan lowered his gaze to her eyes, his fingers brushing his own face, "Do you think it's pretty?"
Yuran felt as though struck by lightning, hurriedly averting her gaze, with a hint of red on her ears. She hastily took the bowl from which Bo Yan had been eating porridge and walked towards the kitchen, "Quite handsome."
Watching her walk away with that regretful expression, Bo Yan placed his finger on his lips, his smile growing.
Once in the kitchen, Yuran only felt as if she had lost face completely; it wasn't that she had any thoughts about Bo Yan, it was just that she felt slightly embarrassed.
She had seen plenty of handsome guys, but Bo Yan had managed to bewitch her.
Indeed... it was baffling.
