And she realized something with certainty, Bo Yan's affections were for her, not for her predecessor.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, "Then, can you wait for me for a bit, is that okay?"
Bo Yan was already prepared for Yuran to say nothing at all and didn't mind; his expected daily routine was simply to see her, tease her, and reinforce his presence in her life.
Relationships need to be cultivated, there was no rush, he had time.
Unexpectedly, after driving for a while, the girl beside him turned to look at him intently, speaking each word earnestly—perhaps due to nervousness, her eyelashes trembled fiercely.
The hand gripping the steering wheel tightened, feeling as if countless fireworks exploded in his head.
His heartbeat accelerated a bit, and he asked uncertainly.
"What did you just say?"
Yuran: "..."
He cajoled her, his voice deep and soft, "Good girl, say it again, hmm?"
