Bo Jinyu saw through her thoughts in an instant and stretched out his hand, playfully tapping her slightly parted lips with his finger and laughed:
“Staring at me like that makes me feel like you’re silently inviting me!”
“I’m not.” Ye Anran hurriedly lowered her head in fright, not daring to look again.
She thought to herself that it was best to take things step by step!
The corners of Bo Jinyu’s lips curved up in a faint, teasing smile.
He stopped teasing her and turned to walk towards the bathroom.
He turned on the faucet and began to fill the tub with water.
Ye Anran lay on the bed and went over everything that had happened from last night until now.
After sorting through the chaos in her mind, a surge of anger began to rise within her!
She sat up abruptly.
She was going to extinguish two tramps!
When Bo Jinyu came out of the bathroom, he saw Ye Anran with an air of fury all over her.
A smile formed in his eyes, his voice as soothing as ever, “The bath is ready.
I’ve turned up the temperature so it might alleviate some of your discomfort.
As for seeking revenge or whatever you plan to do, you should first take a good bath and eat well, maintaining your best condition!”
“You ran a bath for me?” Ye Anran looked up, her furious eyes flashing with a fragile touch of gratitude.
Gazing at him somewhat dazedly.
She had thought Uncle was going in to bathe himself, but he had actually prepared a bath for her.
A stream of warmth flowed through her heart.
It had been many years since anyone had treated her so kindly.
Uncle Bo was indeed a gentleman and a good man; marrying a man like him didn’t seem too bad.
They say older men tend to cherish their wives more, right?
Although Uncle was in fact only six years her senior, in her mind, she always had the illusion of a senior-junior relationship.
Seeing her still in a daze, he lightly raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with mischief, “Do you need my help?”
Realizing what his ‘help’ implied, Ye Anran’s face reddened, amazed at how someone could make such a suggestive offer sound as trivial as pouring a glass of water.
Just look at how a single offhand remark could make her want to burrow into the ground with embarrassment!
This Uncle Bo, he seemed to be quite the schemer!
Hastily declining with a ‘no need,’ she gathered up a nearby robe, wrapped it around herself, and dashed into the bathroom.
The corners of Bo Jinyu’s mouth lifted in a shallow smile, his eyes reflecting a light chuckle.
He turned and walked towards the head of the bed, glancing at the mess on the floor.
When his gaze fell on the spot of red on the skirt he found on the ground, the light in his eyes grew intense.
It seemed he really had found a treasure.
To think she hadn’t been intimate with Bo Youlin even after a year and a half of dating.
Bo Jinyu didn’t have a fixation on virgins, but if his tender wife belonged only to him, that thought filled him with a sense of pride.
He picked up Ye Anran’s clothes and carefully folded them before placing them on a nearby table.
With Uncle just outside, Ye Anran was in no mood to luxuriate in a bath.
She quickly washed up and was about to leave when she realized another embarrassing issue: she hadn’t brought any clothes into the bathroom, and the only robe she had was now soaking wet after carelessly tossing it into a corner.
Her little face scrunched up into a big frown.
Biting her lip and stomping her foot, she cursed herself for not thinking, but still, with no other choice, she cracked the bathroom door slightly and peeked out shyly, “Uncle Bo, could you grab me a robe?”
Hearing her tiny voice, soft as a kitten, Bo Jinyu’s lips curved up slightly, and he replied, “Alright.”
He walked to the wardrobe, retrieved a robe, and approached the bathroom door.
Standing a step away, he watched those bunny-like eyes peeking through the narrow slit in the door—round and bright, utterly endearing.
“How are you going to grab it like that?”
“I can manage.” Ye Anran widened the crack in the door a bit more, hiding her small frame behind it as she stretched out her hand, “Uncle, hand it to me!”
Bo Jinyu looked at her fair, tender hand outstretched like a small white lotus root and his eyes deepened a shade.
But to avoid scaring her, he gentlemanly placed the robe in her hand.
Once Ye Anran had the robe in her grasp, she pulled it through the crack in the door with all her might, acting like a lamb terrified of being eaten by a wolf.
Seeing her genuine plight, Bo Jinyu decided not to tease her further and calmly walked away.
Only then did Ye Anran breathe a sigh of relief.
She quickly opened the door to retrieve the robe.
After putting on the robe, she hesitated in the bathroom for quite some time, but ultimately realized that Uncle Bo had no intention of leaving and was still waiting for her outside, so she reluctantly moved towards the door.
Uncle Bo was on the phone by the window, his deep voice magnetic.
It was even more pleasant than that of a radio host, and his fluent French added to the delight of listeners.
Ye Anran raised her head to sneak a peek.
This man, he really was very charming.
There was something about him that drew women in irresistibly.
The golden sunlight filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow on him.
Half of his profile was finely chiseled, his features exquisite.
As he spoke, his eyes slightly narrowed, exuding a lazy indifference, an approachable yet elusive air that left one wanting more.
His lofty frame was well-proportioned, and now dressed in a suit, he stood with easy grace.
With one hand casually tucked in his pocket, he looked as though he could be captured for a magazine cover at any moment.
Ye Anran considered his attire and suddenly remembered: if she didn’t seize this moment to change clothes and dash, then when?