Suddenly, Bo Yimo held her right hand, interlocking their fingers, with a hint of tenderness.
His hand was slightly cool, but such a simple action left her flustered, her heart racing.
Tong Yan seed bewildered, her obvious change was just because of him.
So, how long could she hold onto her stubborn beliefs.
She didn’t know.
Bo Yimo curled his lips into a faint smile, like a spring breeze, casually saying, "How long did he hold it?"
He?
Tong Yan was puzzled, who was he?
In Tong Yan’s mind, Wen Shu was just a younger brother, holding hands with him was nothing special, especially given the unique circumstances at the ti, who would bother to rember.
"Playing dumb?" Bo Yimo restrained his smile, his eyes slightly darkened, wanting to be angry but reluctant.
How could he be willing?
She was the girl he always thought about.
Even a little, he couldn’t bear.
Huh, playing dumb about what?
Movie star, what exactly do you want to say!
Saying half of the sentence is really frustrating!
Tong Yan felt distressed, although she liked the movie star, she couldn’t achieve a heart connection with him, couldn’t guess what he was thinking!
Suddenly, a thought flashed in her mind about today’s events, could it be?
"Not long, about ten minutes?" Tong Yan asked tentatively.
"Is that so?" Bo Yimo replied casually, "A hundred minutes."
What hundred minutes?
Tong Yan was perplexed, movie star, your style is quite strange today, she didn’t get it at all.
Their hands were tightly clasped.
After ten minutes, Tong Yan’s hand was sore and wanted to retract, but couldn’t.
Tong Yan reminded with subtlety, "Young Master Mo, it’s getting late, shouldn’t we go to bed?"
Everyone returns ho, finds their mom.
"Are you inviting ?" Bo Yimo’s lips subtly curved, his cold eyes suddenly filled with stars, making his features even more handso, with an alluring vibe.
Tong Yan:...
Can you stop joking, movie star?
Which eye did you use to see inviting you?
This sleep is not that sleep!
#Movie star drives without warning, confird skilled driver#
Tong Yan paused and could only say bluntly, "Young Master Mo, we’ve been holding hands for quite a while, shouldn’t we..."
"Still short of ninety minutes." Bo Yimo’s gaze landed on their tightly clasped hands, smiling faintly, seeming quite pleased.
Oh gosh!
So that’s what he ant by a hundred minutes!
Tong Yan:...
This is jealousy, isn’t it?
Wen Shu is just her younger brother, why are you so inexplicably jealous!
She admitted that holding hands with the movie star felt incredible.
But under the dim lights, are they really going to stand like fools, hand in hand for a hundred minutes?
Movie star, please stop ssing around.
"..." Tong Yan was stunned for a while, struggling to say, "Young Master Mo, there’s nothing between Wen Shu and , so let’s just drop it this ti, okay?"
Bo Yimo didn’t answer but expressed his thoughts through actions.
Another ten minutes passed.
Her hand was so sore.
Tong Yan told herself to focus away from the hand, but the more she tried, the more her mind was fixated, only feeling her hand getting hotter.
Could she even enjoy herself like this?
Seeing the movie star’s stance, he really ant to stick it out for a hundred minutes.
If it ca to that, she’d cry.
Tong Yan was tearless despite wanting to cry.
A flash of light appeared in Bo Yimo’s eyes, his lips curved into a smile, charmingly saying, "I can let go if that’s what you want."
Tong Yan’s eyes brightened with anticipation as she said, "Young Master Mo, really?"
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