Tong Yan wrapped her arms around his neck, "It’s yours, all yours."
Bo Yimo still seed unsatisfied, his expression calm and indifferent, "What about the little one?"
Though he was expressionless, Tong Yan felt like laughing. Clearly, he cared a lot inside, but his face remained indifferent, as if he didn’t care at all!
She just wanted to say two words to him: Repressed!
Tong Yan smiled with her eyes and brows, tiptoed, and offered her lips, "I wouldn’t do this with him."
As soon as she finished speaking, their lips touched, just gently touching without any further action, but even without the passionate exchange, the warmth and affection were palpable, heart pounding thunderously, unbelievably warm.
Bo Yimo seed satisfied, no longer pursuing the matter, holding her, and kissed for a long, long ti.
Tong Yan was very pleased with this outco.
Looks like appeasing him works like a charm!
When two people are together, even if they say or do nothing, just sitting quietly and watching each other, they never get tired of it, wanting to sit like that till the end of the world.
If this isn’t love, then what is?
...
The next morning, Tong Yan woke up and, for once, made breakfast.
She wanted to restore her dignity after the previous kitchen disasters, which really weren’t intentional.
She’s actually quite skilled at cooking, alright!
When it cos to desserts, she makes them really well!
But so people can make desserts without cooking well, and so cook well without making good desserts. Tong Yan is one of those people, especially with her peculiar condition where anything unexpected can happen.
With too much effort, Tong Yan accidentally cooked the porridge into rice.
Rice is good too, it fills you up.
She also made an olette, but accidentally burnt it.
Thankfully, it was salvaged in ti and still edible.
Tong Yan, in a rush, finished cooking, set the table, and Xiao Zhi, bleary-eyed, ca over. Seeing her dishes, he imdiately said, "Sister, Xiao Zhi’s not hungry."
#This al is done with such skill, even the die-hard fans would find it hard to swallow#
Tong Yan: ...
Was what she made really that scary?
"Go wash up, I’ll wake him up, and then we’ll have breakfast together." Tong Yan arranged the dishes, placed the scarf on the chair, and walked toward the bedroom.
Last night, as they hugged, they rolled onto the bed, nearly igniting passion. He first used her hand... then used his leg...
Then she fell asleep, vaguely seeing him go to the bathroom several tis, probably to take cold showers.
They haven’t been together long, but they’ve had many close calls, each ti he held back, not taking that final step.
She knew it was because he treasured her.
Because he treasured her, he didn’t go all the way.
She was always opposed to premarital sex before her rebirth, even in the chaotic entertainnt industry she still believed in that, as she was inherently traditional and conservative.
However, all these convictions vanished when she t Bo Yimo.
If it’s him, she’s willing, willing to give herself to him.
Now she knows, it wasn’t that she’s conservative, but she hadn’t t the right person.
Now she realizes, making love is a way to express inner affection.
But, the problem now is, the movie star doesn’t agree.
Every ti he abruptly stops, won’t the young movie star be overwheld?
Thinking about it, Tong Yan pushed open the bedroom door. The bedroom was quiet.
The movie star was still asleep.
Tong Yan walked to his side, and only then did she realize sothing was wrong. His face was pale; when she reached out to touch his forehead, it was alarmingly hot.
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