Tan Mu looked puzzled, furrowing his brows as he watched Dr. Zhuo smile aningfully, "What do you an? I’m a bit confused."
Dr. Zhuo took a sip from his wine glass, "Lao Tan, you, soone who’s always surrounded by n, how would you know about the feelings between n and won? Didn’t you say that Mr. Bo and Shen Feimo t Young Madam at a gathering, and that he had feelings for her? Back then, I was curious and asked if he had done anything with Young Madam. He honestly replied that he had a reaction, but didn’t say whether he did anything. Until you recently told that Mr. Bo agreed to Young Master Tinghao’s request, to let Young Madam be with his nephew, I suddenly realized that nothing happened between Mr. Bo and Young Madam that night.
Bo Sishen is not an ordinary man. Being abstinent for so long, when he finally got a girlfriend but had no reaction, he thought he had a hidden illness. Despite various treatnts and attempts, he couldn’t wake up. But having feelings for Young Madam proves he has desire and impulses, he just hadn’t t a woman who could arouse him before. If he had truly experienced the full pleasure a woman could bring him, he wouldn’t agree to Tinghao’s challenge so easily.
So, I’m very certain in my conclusion that Bo Sishen never touched Young Madam that night."
Listening to Dr. Zhuo’s analysis, Tan Mu suddenly found it very reasonable, "You have a point. There’s a high chance Mr. Bo didn’t touch Young Madam. Otherwise, why would he let Young Master Tinghao get close to her? So, you suggested I contact the hotpot restaurant’s manager, to add sothing extra to their food to catalyze their feelings?"
Tan Mu thought about it and felt it was sowhat inappropriate, shaking his head, "But Dr. Zhuo, you don’t know Mr. Bo. What if he insists on not touching Young Madam this ti? And even if Mr. Bo does touch Young Madam, if he gets addicted, and Young Master Tinghao still insists on being with Young Madam, won’t Mr. Bo still end up making the painful choice of giving in? Aren’t we just causing Mr. Bo more pain?"
Dr. Zhuo didn’t think so. He snorted a laugh, shook his wine glass while looking at the deep red liquid inside, and said, "Lao Tan, you’re too stubborn. Do you really think your Mr. Bo is a man who can put up with anything, and do you really think he has no desire?"
...
In the private room, Mu Shini was eating anxiously. The spicier it got, the more she ate, unable to stop at all.
The seasoning was delicious, and she ate happily. When she drank tea and looked up, she noticed the man across from her had stopped after eating just a few bites and was now drinking tea by the side.
"Uncle, you’re a grown man, how can you not handle a little spice? If you can’t take it, just eat these vegetables!" Mu Shini replaced her chopsticks with a pair of public chopsticks, picked up so non-spicy vegetables and at from the other side of the hotpot, and placed them on Bo Sishen’s plate, "Don’t force yourself to eat the spicy food with ."
Uncle had brought her all the way to another province for dinner and even had her favorite hotpot; she was touched to death!
But, this super spicy hotpot, it truly was extre!
The more she ate, the hotter she felt all over. She had already taken off her coat and scarf, but still felt unbearably hot.
She even felt a strange surge of heat within her, a very peculiar feeling.
"Do you like hotpot very much?" Bo Sishen asked as he looked at the vegetables and at she had picked for him, dipped them in so sauce, and ate a bite.
Even though it was just a clear broth base, he could still taste the spiciness.
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