My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 243: Thin Big Film Emperor, Flirty Words 666 [2]

Chapter 243: Chapter 243: Thin Big Film Emperor, Flirty Words 666 [2]

Yuran didn’t reply, her cheeks instantly turning bright red.

Even though they spent all their time together, she still couldn’t withstand Bo Yan’s relentless pursuit.

However, when Yuran got home that evening, Bo Yan told her he had to travel abroad. The cover job for a well-known fashion magazine, which he had earlier secured thanks to his good relationship with the editor, he now felt obliged to accept.

When the job was first discussed, he hadn’t fallen for Yuran. Now, backing out would be akin to leaving someone with a broken promise, and that was something Bo Yan couldn’t do.

Yuran had initially decided to ignore him upon her return, but unexpectedly, he was to leave the very next morning. Suddenly feeling complex emotions, she forgot all about settling scores, her mind preoccupied with not seeing him for a week.

She didn’t feel good inside.

Seeing the young girl’s timid demeanor, Bo Yan refrained from playful banter and instead brought out the dinner he had prepared. As they ate, he continually reminded her to eat well and not to get too thin.

The more Yuran heard, the sadder she became inside.

Yet, Bo Yan was peculiarly different that day; he didn’t implore her to miss him, causing Yuran to feel uncomfortable, as if something was missing. When evening came, and Bo Yan escorted her to the door of her room, he casually mentioned, "I might leave around five tomorrow morning, I have left breakfast on the table for you, remember to eat it before going to school, okay?"

As he spoke, he ruffled Yuran’s head gently.

Bo Yan had a lot going on inside. He was barely holding back, wondering why she remained so calm despite his temptations. He just wanted to hold her and sleep through the night, as it would be hard not to see her for a week.

The young girl’s excessive composure filled him with a sense of defeat. He knew she was slow to catch on to emotions and didn’t mind this sluggishness; he actually found it endearing. He liked indulging her, coaxing her.

But invisibly, his own benefits were dwindling, ever fewer, and it didn’t sit well with him at all!

Just as he turned to leave, giving up completely, his wrist was caught. The young girl’s hand was icy, bringing him a moment of joy, yet his expression remained unchanged.

"What’s wrong?"

He turned around, grasping Yuran’s wrist and pulling her into his embrace, his chin resting on the top of her head, unseen by her as he smiled like a fox that had just stolen a taste of cream.

Yuran had no idea, still reflecting on her own actions. He was about to leave, yet he still prepared meals for her at home and reminded her of trivial matters. Was her reaction... perhaps too extreme?

"Qi Ge (Seventh Brother), are you angry with me?" Yuran asked while being held in his embrace, without struggling, but rather probing tentatively.

Bo Yan couldn’t help but laugh, "Angry about what?"

Yuran’s voice was muffled, "Just, angry with me."

"Nonsense." Planting a kiss on her head, Bo Yan chuckled, "Why would I be angry with you? What have you done wrong that I should be mad?"

Unable to pinpoint the issue, Yuran’s eyes dimmed as she self-reflected, "Qi Ge, is it very tiring for you to be in a relationship with me? I am very passive. Most of the time, it’s you coaxing and accommodating me, and it seems as though I’ve just accepted everything as my due."

Bo Yan smiled with a shrewdness borne from experience, "Do you feel sorry for me?"

"Yeah."

Bo Yan said, "You don’t know how to be in love, so let me teach you how to love, alright?"

"Okay."

Bo Yan, "Baby, since that’s the case, shouldn’t you start listening to me from now on? Otherwise, how can you cooperate with me in dating?"

After thinking about it, Yuran found Bo Yan’s suggestion reasonable and after a bit of contemplation, she nodded in agreement, "Brother Qi, then in a relationship, what should lovers be like?"

Her time with Yinchao was said to be a romance, but it was more like a financial arrangement—she was the money-printing machine, and Yinchao was the cash withdrawer.

In acting, she also didn’t experience the feeling of being in love; after all, it was just a script. Although the script might be sweet, it lacked depth of involvement. She didn’t feel it was love, but merely acting.

But with Bo Yan, her feelings were deep. Bo Yan seemed to know how to date, how to make her happy, or perhaps it was because he cared that he was so attentive to her.

But that didn’t mean she could take it for granted. She always felt the need to give something back to Bo Yan. Even the deepest affections cannot withstand one-sided taking without giving.

She didn’t want to become that kind of person who only takes without giving anything in return.

Having received Yuran’s consent, Bo Yan was overjoyed, struggling to maintain his composure. He let go of Yuran, pushed her into the room, then closed the door with his foot and pinned her against the door panel.

His thin lips close to Yuran’s ear, "I’m not sure how lovers should get along, but I do know how cohabiting lovers interact."

Yuran was somewhat dazed and asked subconsciously, "How... how so?"

With his breath on her, the explicitly ambiguous words reached Yuran’s ears, "For example, let me hold you while we sleep, or perhaps, should I warm up the bed for you? Hmm?"

Yuran: "..."

Bo Yan, "Baby, Brother Qi has to go on a business trip tomorrow, for seven days. I won’t see you or touch you; can’t you let me hold you for one night? I promise, I won’t do anything, hmm? Is it okay? Sleep together?"

His voice softened with each word, every syllable dripping with innuendo, pouring straight into Yuran’s very core, making her blood run backwards.

His slender fingers were still gliding across Yuran’s neck, occasionally touching her ears or twirling her hair. It was unbearably seductive. Yuran’s face turned redder, and her breathing became uneven. Bo Yan continued to flirt, "Will you agree or not!"

"If you don’t agree, can we talk about something else? Is that alright?"

Yuran looked timidly into his dark, shining eyes, then averted her gaze, "Something else, what..."

"After I leave on my business trip, you can sleep in my room. I never let anyone sleep there, but you’re different. I want you to sleep in my bed, under my quilt, using my pillow, and if..."

Yuran was breathless, slightly overwhelmed, as Bo Yan smiled more bewitchingly, nibbling her earlobe, "If you wear my clothes and sleep in my bed, that would be even better... What do you say?"

The more Yuran heard, the more she felt she couldn’t listen, her entire face almost purple with blushing.

Faced with Bo Yan’s inscrutable gaze, she grew afraid, "You, you, you... I, I, I..."

"Miss, could you?" Bo Yan leaned in and kissed her flushed face, "Pity me, will you? I won’t see you for a whole week; am I not pitiable?"

Yuran: "Brother Qi, you, you shouldn’t do this?"

Is this what they call dating? Or is it just sweet-talking until you can’t stand it?

Yuran thought that before today, she really didn’t know Bo Yan could say so many flirty things, and...

Bo Yan kept drawing them closer, the distance between their faces, their bodies, "Miss, won’t you agree? Baby, if you don’t choose, I’ll just hold you like this until five in the morning, not letting go even when Xie Cheng arrives."