This left Bo Xun utterly stumped.
He commanded in a low voice, “Anyway, you’re not allowed to mention male models!”
Yin Huan smiled sweetly, deliberately opposing him, “I will mention them, male models male models male models male models male models, male…”
Bo Xun covered her red lips, fiercely preventing her from speaking.
It infuriated him to no end.
Yin Huan’s beautiful eyes shifted as she blew air toward Bo Xun’s palm.
All he could do was cover her mouth—what else could he possibly do?
The man before her suddenly leaned in, pressing close to her ear, his lips enveloping her earlobe as he murmured hoarsely, “Young Mistress, we’ve already gotten our marriage certificate, and you still dare to provoke me~”
After saying this, Bo Xun released his hand, mischievously stealing a quick kiss on her lips before smiling triumphantly.
“Bastard!”
Yin Huan cursed, then turned and walked away.
Her heart was racing wildly, though she didn’t know why.
How could she be so bewitched by Bo Xun?
It was just a single sentence, after all.
Yin Huan touched her earlobe, as if Bo Xun’s scent and his saliva still lingered there.
Touching it wasn’t enough; she gently rubbed it a few more times before finally stopping.
Entering the hospital room, Bo Xun appeared obedient and well-behaved, presenting the marriage certificate to the elderly man.
The old man seemed in good spirits today, his eyes shining with vitality.
“Be happy, Huanhuan…”
“Grandpa, I will be happy,” Yin Huan replied with a bright smile.
She would definitely be happy; as for whether Bo Xun was happy or not, it had nothing to do with her.
The couple stayed in the room with Grandpa for two hours, served him lunch, and waited until he took his medicine and fell asleep before leaving.
In the elevator, Bo Xun quietly moved closer to Yin Huan. “Wife, what should we eat?”
“I’m going home.”
“Si Tu insists that I host some kind of pre-wedding party tonight. Wife, what time should I pick you up?”
“Go have fun by yourself. I’m not interested.” Yin Huan touched her neck. “I have to get up early tomorrow for makeup and photography. You don’t need makeup—just wear your usual suit. Feel free to have fun, just make sure you don’t miss the auspicious time to pick me up tomorrow.”
She was letting him go out to have fun, and on the eve of their wedding at that—she didn’t seem to mind in the slightest!
Yin Huan truly had no feelings for him, which was why she felt no possessiveness and gave him complete freedom.
In Yin Huan’s eyes, as long as he didn’t cross any fundamental boundaries, he could do whatever he wanted, right?
The black luxury car pulled into the Yin family villa. Bo Xun turned his head and asked casually, “Young Mistress, are you really not coming out to have fun tonight?”
“Do you really want me to go out and have fun?” Yin Huan’s eyes were slightly red, her voice soft and delicate.
Unintentionally, she exuded a bright yet fragile charm.
Her eyes were red because she had been holding back tears in the hospital room, refusing to cry in front of her grandfather.
“Get some rest. I’ll come pick you up tomorrow!” Bo Xun leaned closer to her, his long arm reaching over to open the car door beside her.
Yin Huan was utterly exasperated. “Bo Xun, if I say you’re a gentleman, you didn’t even get out of the car. If I say you’re not a gentleman, you still opened the door for me.”
Did she not have hands?
Did she really need him to open the door for her like that?
With the car door wide open, Bo Xun wrapped his arms around her slender waist, preventing her from leaving, and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Because I’m struggling with whether I should let you get out of the car or not.”
He didn’t want to be separated from his wife.
They had just gotten their marriage certificate today.
He didn’t know how other newlywed couples acted right after getting married, but he simply didn’t want to be apart from Yin Huan.
The pre-wedding party wasn’t important either—it was just another excuse to see her.
“Let go.”
The household staff had seen them, several people glancing their way before shyly turning their heads away.
Yin Huan had never been this intimate with a man in front of her family before.
The lofty, saintly Young Mistress, it turned out, also had worldly desires and could be troubled by matters between a man and a woman.
Inside the car, Bo Xun buried his handsome face against her shoulder, nuzzling lightly. “Wife, give me a farewell kiss—the French kind with wet kisses.”
“Do you even have the skill for that? You’re just copying others with French kisses?” Yin Huan retorted without hesitation. “Let go! It’s so hot.”
“You—my—my skill…” Bo Xun was so angry he stammered. “Is my kissing skill bad?”
“It’s terrible, awful! I don’t feel good about it at all!”
Yin Huan pushed away the dazed Bo Xun and got out of the car.
Bo Xun stepped out fiercely from the other side.
His deep gaze locked onto Yin Huan’s retreating figure as he unconsciously touched his lips, replaying their previous kisses in his mind.
Was it because his kissing skill was so poor that it made her uncomfortable, causing Yin Huan to bite him?
How could he improve that kind of thing alone?
Practice in front of a mirror?
That would be perverted.
So this was all Yin Huan’s fault.
Once he married her tomorrow, he would hold her and kiss her morning, noon, and night—never letting her go.
The two entered the cool hall one after another, with Bo Xun unceremoniously greeting Mother Yin before joining Yin Huan for dinner in the dining room.
Though Yin Huan appeared composed on the surface, her mind was racing with doubts.
After mocking Bo Xun’s kissing skill in the car, he still had the nerve to follow her—was he planning to kiss her again?
So annoying.
Bo Xun had little appetite, his mind filled with Yin Huan’s enchanting face and her slightly parted red lips saying his kissing skill was terrible, awful, and she didn’t feel good about it at all.
If his kissing skill were good, that would be a bigger problem.
Drinking water, his slender fingers gripping the glass, Bo Xun said, “You seemed to enjoy it today too. If you say my kissing skill is bad, Young Mistress, why don’t you teach me what good kissing skill really means?”
As expected, this jerk was still hung up on her words.
“Fine.”
“Then go ahead.” Bo Xun pushed the water glass aside, assuming a posture of letting her have her way. “Come on, kiss me.”
“Tomorrow.”
“What???” Bo Xun was agitated.
“I’ll teach you at the wedding tomorrow.” Yin Huan stood up, her fair fingers slowly tracing across his chest.
Bo Xun caught a faint scent of fragrance, but when he tried to grab her hand, Yin Huan had already turned and walked away gracefully.
No rush.
There would be a groom-kissing-the-bride segment at tomorrow’s wedding.
He would prove to Yin Huan and all the guests that his kissing skill was excellent.
After bidding farewell to Mother Yin, Bo Xun left the Yin residence.
Once in the car, he felt as if someone was watching him.
He looked toward Yin Huan’s room from the car—the curtains had been open when they returned, but now they were drawn. She must have gone to her room for an afternoon nap.
So, had Yin Huan been secretly watching him from the window just now?
If she didn’t want him to leave, she could have just sent him a message, and he would have stayed.
Huanhuan was still too shy.
Before they knew it, night had fallen.
As Yin Huan left her room, a five-year-old boy rushed toward her with an airplane model, its sharp wing hitting her leg through her dress.
Yin Huan hissed in pain, her face turning cold as she scolded sharply, “Huo Duan! Who gave you permission to run around here?”
She didn’t like children precisely because her cousin’s little brat was too mischievous, making her feel not the slightest fondness for kids.
When he was born, they said they hoped their son would grow up proper and upright, so they named him Xiao Duan (Little Proper).
They seemed to have forgotten their family name was Huo.
This little brat lived up to his name perfectly – wherever he was, there would be no peace.
Yin Huan would get a headache at the sight of him, finding him utterly annoying.
“Huahuan, you’re awake…”
Her cousin’s wife Lin Yueyue walked over unhurriedly, “Son, slow down. You almost hurt your aunt. Your aunt is going to be a beautiful bride tomorrow. Come here and apologize to your aunt.”
“No!” The little brat crashed his toy plane against the wall, creating a piercing noise.