On this day, rcenaries from an overseas base ca to assassinate Ye Sen. Laura saw the danger he was in and, without other options, jumped in to shield him with her body. The two held each other and rolled away, evading the attack.
Tong Yan realized that she might have to roll together in an embrace with Emperor Bo?
She glanced at the imnsely powerful Emperor Bo and felt imnse pressure!
Especially after last night, she couldn’t face him normally. How could she!
She didn’t want to seem like a hungry young girl, but she couldn’t help it!
Her gaze involuntarily settled on his lips.
Scenes from the previous day kept replaying in her mind.
As she thought about it, her pink tongue unconsciously licked her dry lips.
Bo Yimo’s gaze darkened, and he bent down to whisper softly in her ear, "Don’t tempt ."
Don’t tempt , don’t tempt , don’t tempt ...
Tong Yan’s body stiffened, and she retorted imdiately, "I’m not."
The set crew were busy arranging the scene, the directors were discussing how to shoot the upcoming plot, and the other actors were chatting, hardly anyone noticed them.
Bo Yimo turned around, his back to everyone, lifted her chin, and lowered his head, "But I can’t resist..."
His husky voice disappeared between their lips and teeth.
Tong Yan froze, her eyes wide open.
Just re hours apart, he kissed her again.
The warmth between their lips imdiately reached the deepest part of her heart.
Once again her heartbeat was like thunder, once again she was rigid and at a loss what to do.
Once again she was blissfully happy beyond control.
Once is coincidence; twice is the beginning.
A beginning of a relationship.
She thinks she’s done for.
She felt sothing for Bo Yimo.
She thought the reborn version of herself would guard her heart.
Yet she still lost it.
Lost to a man she t just a few tis.
Such a ridiculous and terrifying realization.
In an instant, she recalls her past self, who sacrificed everything for love, for Qin Yikuo, abandoning family, friendship, everything, as if she beca a completely different person.
That version of her was too terrifying.
No, no, no, she didn’t want that.
She is Tong Yan, just her own Tong Yan.
Terrified, she trembled all over, panicking.
"Silly girl, you need to close your eyes when kissing." A cool hand covers her eyes, while another strong hand holds her tightly.
She closed her eyes, and her heart instantly cald down.
Her past self gradually faded before her eyes, and his face clearly erged.
Long lashes, deep eyes, straight nose...
This is Bo Yimo, not...
"Actors in position, scene two of episode four, get ready." Li Qin’an’s voice struck like thunder, snapping her back to reality.
Tong Yan leaned her head back, instinctively pushed him away, yet he didn’t budge.
Tong Yan panicked, "It’s about to start shooting, you, you, let go of . People will see us."
Bo Yimo looked deeply at her, "What were you just afraid of?"
Her body trembling, panic-stricken.
Tong Yan’s body stilled, she dodged the question, "I don’t understand what you’re saying. Let go of , it’s ti to get ready for shooting."
Bo Yimo didn’t say a word, just stared at her.
Just as Tong Yan was about to cry from anxiety, Bo Yimo released her.
Tong Yan bolted away.
Bo Yimo stood in the distance, watching her gradually move away, a coldness in his cool gaze.
He picked up the phone and dialed, "Little Nine, send everything about her these years, every detail."
She—a girl that little needs to be said, Little Nine understood—was the young master’s beloved all these years.
Tong Yan, Miss Tong.
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