My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 180: Do You Dare to Marry?

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Do You Dare to Marry?

Bo Yan asked Xie Cheng to go back first, and came up from downstairs himself, not entering the door, because he was worried that his negative emotions would inadvertently affect Yuran.

Unexpectedly, the moment he embraced Yuran, the irritability at the bottom of his heart vanished, and he felt incredibly calm.

Yuran stayed silent, just letting Bo Yan hold her like that. After a while, she reached out, wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her cheek in his chest, and said softly, "I saw the news just now, you..."

Bo Yan was about to answer her question when, just then, the elevator doors opened. A woman in her thirties, holding a little girl’s hand, came out. Yuran instinctively reached out to cover Bo Yan’s face.

The woman seemed embarrassed as the little girl said to her, "Mommy, that uncle is holding that sister. What are they doing?"

The voice was innocent and naive.

The woman didn’t look their way but quickened her steps with the little girl, "The uncle is sick, and the sister is taking care of him. Let’s go home, you still have homework left by the teacher, right?"

Not until the voices of the mother and daughter faded away did Yuran relax, and she heard a low chuckle beside her. She belatedly realized her hand was still on Bo Yan’s face, her earlobes flushed with heat as she uncomfortably took her hand away.

Head bowed, she led Bo Yan into the apartment and closed the door.

Bo Yan’s smile was faint but chasing after her. After changing their shoes, he continued to embrace her. Ranran tried to push away but couldn’t, shyly looking up at his face so close to hers.

"Bo Yan, you, you let me go first."

"Why?"

Why? Of course, it was unfamiliar, of course, it was embarrassing.

Moreover, the two were too close, and she felt a bit hot.

But she couldn’t put it that straightforwardly, so she changed the topic, "Are you hungry? Shall I cook some noodles for you?"

"Hungry in a different way, can you handle that?" He said near her ear, his breath hot, tone ambiguous.

Eh?

Yuran was utterly puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Seeing the girl genuinely didn’t understand the implication in his words, Bo Yan for the first time reflected that he was acting indecently, uncomfortably averting his gaze, worried he might lose control.

He coughed, masking his discomfort, "Never mind, I’ll teach you slowly in the future."

"Oh." Yuran was slow to catch on. If she thought deeper, maybe she could understand, but she chose not to.

Whenever Bo Yan encountered something upsetting in the past, he would at least need two hours to calm down. However, when facing Yuran, his emotions recovered very quickly, almost instantaneously.

He stared at her face, so close, "Ranran."

"Hmm!"

"So, do you want to like me?"

Yuran: "..."

Ever since that day’s confession, such questions had become more like Bo Yan’s routine behavior. She was almost unable to clearly distinguish whether Bo Yan’s feelings were a fleeting fancy or merely teasing kind.

Bo Yan asked, "Do you think I’m teasing you?"

Her expression could hardly hide anything, transparently analyzed clean and clear.

Yuran looked a bit uncomfortable, not having figured out how to respond, when Bo Yan’s tone shifted, looking at her very seriously, "Checking for authenticity is actually very simple."

Yuran puzzled, "Hmm? How so?"

Bo Yan, "Teasing you, I definitely wouldn’t marry you, right!"

Yuran thought for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, have you thought about it?"

Bo Yan’s silent laughter began, the color in his eyes shallow but exceptionally bright and tender, "Do you dare to marry? I dare to wed you right now."