Yuran was not foolish, how could she not see what Bo Yan, that bastard, had done?
Looking at the cup that had rolled around on the sheets twice and at the face of someone who looked regretful yet had astonishingly bright eyes, she widened her eyes, "Seventh Brother, you..."
Bo Yan rose from the bed, unashamed and proud, "Me? What about me? Why not sleep together? My bed is quite wide."
Yuran: "…I'm not going."
Bo Yan was relentless, "Baby, my bedroom has a nice style, may I invite you to take a look?"
Yuran: "…"
Bo Yan was going to persuade her further when Yuran's door was knocked on twice and then pushed open. The voice of Bo's mother came in, "Baby, did you go downstairs just now? Were you..."
Seeing her son gripping Yuran's arm, she halted her speech, rushed over, and started beating Bo Yan with her slipper, "You little bastard, what are you trying to do not sleeping in the middle of the night? This is my territory; what are you up to?
