My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 345: I Owe You, Candlelight Dinner

Chapter 345: Chapter 345: I Owe You, Candlelight Dinner

Bo Yan extended his arms and pulled the young girl into his embrace, lifting her chin and immediately covering her lips with his own.

He didn’t know how to describe the fortune and feelings of the moment, but bullying the person in his arms seemed the only way to vent.

Yuran’s eyes were misty, her eyelashes brushing against his, both of them feeling a slight itch in their eyes.

With her chin controlled, she couldn’t move. Her arms still wrapped around his neck, she could only accept this domineering, fervent, and affectionate kiss.

She could feel Bo Yan’s mood, so she didn’t resist.

Gradually, she was finding it hard to breathe, and Bo Yan slightly loosened his hold on her, "Dummy, breathe..."

She took a breath, just about to speak, when her lips were kissed once again.

The halo of the floor lamp cast a ethereal beauty upon them.

When he finally let her go, she was still hanging onto Bo Yan, gasping for breath, while Bo Yan chuckled and kissed her face, "Impressive."

Yuran, still with her arms around his neck, rolled her eyes defiantly, "Hmph, if you let me practice more, I’d become a master too."

Not willing to lose face, she can’t show weakness.

Bo Yan raised an eyebrow and half embraced her as he led her inside, "Fine, I’ll wait for my baby to strike back."

Yuran hummed, "When the time comes, you’ll be the one with eyes brimming with tears."

Bo Yan: "..."

Tears in my eyes?

Yes, very good!

Seeing that Bo Yan hadn’t spoken for a while, she slowly realized what she had just said and her face changed several times, "Seventh Brother, I didn’t mean that, I just..."

Bo Yan hummed, setting her down on the sofa and squatting in front of her with a slight smile, "Baby, no need to say anything, I know. But tonight, the baby will first have eyes brimming with tears."

Yuran felt like crying but had no tears, she grabbed the wrist of the person who was about to stand up to organize the luggage, pleading pitifully, "Seventh Brother, I bragged without thinking, don’t hold it against me."

Then cautiously, meekly begged, "Can you go easy on bullying me, please?"

Her eyes reddened as she asked, and with her eyes watery and lips slightly swollen, her suggestive words were irresistible. He wanted to bully her until she cried.

From a superior position, he looked down at the unknowingly flirtatious young girl, his Adam’s apple slid up and down, his voice hoarse with a deep yearning, "Baby..."

As soon as he spoke, Yuran was startled and quickly released the wrist she was holding, her gaze darting around. Even if she was slow to catch on, seeing his expression and hearing his voice, and... the undeniable response, she should understand that Bo Yan was not to be provoked now.

Ignoring her weak legs, she scrambled up from the sofa and ran to the bathroom, "Seventh Brother, I’m going to... take a shower, and you take care of the luggage."

Watching her run into the bathroom like a little rabbit, he chuckled softly, stood there for a while to calm his mood, and then went towards the two suitcases by the door.

...

After Yuran had her shower, she came out wrapped in a bathrobe, her hair still dripping, and Bo Yan pulled her aside to blow-dry her hair, handing her the clothes he had found on the bed.

"Wear this."

Looking at the strapless evening gown presented before her, Yuran stared at him in astonishment. He had spotted this dress in M country when they got married and bought it for her immediately.

She had thought it was meant for wearing to a red carpet event, but to her surprise, it showed up during their trip.

She stared into his eyes, confusion evident in hers, "Why... should I wear this?"

Bo Yan let her scrutinize his face, his smile never fading. Holding the young girl’s hand, he then used his other hand to undo her robe.

Although Yuran was shy, she did not resist. For Bo Yan, the whole process was an indescribable torment, and it was the same for Yuran, because he personally helped her into the dress.

It was as if the man before her had seen her completely naked.

Yuran’s eyelashes drooped, concealing her embarrassment. She could clearly see the desire in Bo Yan’s eyes, which made her shy, but she did not avoid it. Bo Yan’s smile grew even deeper.

He had dressed Yuran himself because he worried she might not be prepared and too embarrassed to tell him, just for that promise. That was something he was unwilling to accept, and even less willing to force her.

But to his surprise, none of his concerns materialized. The young girl was not unwilling, just shy, purely shy.

That indicated that the promise of being together with him was her own choice.

Yuran could feel Bo Yan staring at her. At this moment, being stared at like this made her not know what to do. She simply lifted her eyes, raising Bo Yan’s chin as he had done to her, pinching his chin.

Her red lips pressed onto his, her eyes mischievous, "Seventh Brother, stop looking at me. What if I can’t resist and pounce on you?"

Strike first.

Bo Yan’s gaze flickered, letting the young girl tease him. His slightly squinted eyes made Yuran immediately feel danger. She released his chin, her courage faltering, and she began to stammer, "I, I, I, I... I didn’t mean... nothing."

"Pfft... Little coward, in front of me, you can bully me without any reservations."

Of course, he would tease her back.

Yuran pouted, "You’re the most petty."

Bo Yan had already stood up, not hearing clearly, he smiled slightly, "Baby, what did you just say? Say it again, I didn’t hear you clearly."

Yuran shook her head vigorously, "I didn’t say anything."

Her hair was voluminously curled to her waist, already enchantingly attractive, and her appearance now pure, made it hard for Bo Yan to look away. He chuckled, just watching her as he changed his own clothes.

The room had two bathrooms, and while Yuran took a shower, he also took one, a quick battle shower, less than ten minutes.

Yuran had never expected that he would be so shameless, changing clothes right in front of her. She kept telling herself to look away, but watching his well-defined chest and muscular build, she found herself unable... to turn her eyes away.

Bo Yan freely allowed her to gaze at him. After changing he asked with a smiling tone, "Do you like it?"

Yuran’s face flushed red, "...You are my husband, why can’t I look?"

That realization was good.

He pulled her into his arms, his lips close to her ear, "Every part of me belongs to my wife. Not just looking, touching is also fine..."

"Where are we going?" Yuran asked belatedly with a puzzled face as Bo Yan led her out.

Bo Yan was leading her toward the beach where there were rows of beautiful water villas. Hearing her, Bo Yan chuckled softly, "I owe you a candlelight dinner."