My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 346: The Sexiest Bo Yan

Chapter 346: Chapter 346: The Sexiest Bo Yan

Each sea house has a suitable distance between them, surrounded by thin gauze partitions, creating an ambiance that is romantic yet elegant.

Xie Cheng had reserved Number 1 for them. Dinner had already been set up inside the water house, and aside from the table, there lay a large bunch of champagne roses.

Yuran looked around at the arrangements that perfectly captured her heart, unable to hide the thrilled delight inside her. She glanced sideways, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Bo Yan, "Brother Qi... you... "

How did you know I like these?

Although she hadn’t managed to ask aloud, Bo Yan knew what her question was, leading her inside as he explained, "I watched all your interviews, not missing a single one."

Yuran was taken aback, her heart indescribably touched, letting him lead the way as she joked, "Brother Qi, what if I was just perfunctory in my interviews?"

"The look in your eyes during the interviews didn’t tell me that."

Yuran: "..."

As they reached the dinner table, Bo Yan picked up the roses and stuffed them into the young girl’s arms, bending down to kiss her forehead gently, "Do you like it?"

"Of course."

Yuran, following the flow, placed the roses on the table, her smile enchanting.

The dining table was very low, and they had to sit barefoot on cushions to eat. She wore a silver-white dress, which was not very convenient, so Bo Yan pulled her close to his side, cutting food and feeding her.

She sat on the side facing Linhai, her legs naturally extending outwards, her toes just touching the cool seawater.

As she ate the food Bo Yan fed her, she remarked, "The tide has come in, it’s so beautiful."

This was a private beach, excellently planned, every view was a picture to behold. She gazed out at the sea not far away, seeing lights twinkling like stars, and couldn’t help but feel moved.

After getting the steak sorted, Bo Yan sat next to her, feeding someone while taking care of himself, "Do you like it here?"

"Very much."

Bo Yan always gave her the utmost relaxation, allowing her body to relax completely, devoid of the need to think about anything; he had arranged everything for her. She liked this slow pace of life, even if just for one day.

She was extremely satisfied.

This candlelit dinner didn’t really feel like a candlelit dinner, but more like a formality being practiced.

Perhaps, Bo Yan made such meticulous arrangements just because he was concerned she might be nervous.

After finishing dinner, Yuran, who was originally not nervous, suddenly became anxious for no apparent reason, her heart rate increasing rapidly. Soon, she was led out of the wooden house, her feet hesitating momentarily.

The champagne rose she held in her hand wafted a fragrant scent, softening Yuran’s expression.

Even such a subtle change was felt by Bo Yan, who stopped walking, his eyes smiling, "Baby, if you..." don’t want to, then think of this as us relaxing.

But before he could finish, Yuran interrupted him, "Brother Qi, no, I’m just a bit nervous."

Bo Yan’s smile didn’t fade, "Nervous about what?"

Yuran smiled slyly, mustering a bit of reckless courage, "Brother Qi, how about, you dance for me?"

If it were Bo Yan dancing, she could hardly imagine what that scene would be like.

Today, Bo Yan was dressed in a peacock blue shirt with black trousers, honestly, not ideal for dancing, but... she wanted to see.

"Dance?" He never imagined his baby would dare such a thing, so his gentle smile carried a hint of teasing, "Want to watch?"

Yuran blinked twice, full of longing, "You know how, right?"

"Yes, I do."

Aside from being astonished, Yuran was filled with anticipation, eager to see a different Bo Yan, one that had never been shown in front of others, a Bo Yan that belonged to her alone, unique and unrepeatable.

Seeing the sparkle in her eyes, he knew what she was thinking. Not wanting to dampen her spirits, Bo Yan casually took out his phone, his fingers flicked through it for a moment, and music flowed out under the quiet nightclub.

Yuran showed a surprised face, "Por una Cabeza?"

Bo Yan hummed affirmatively, handing the phone to her, "Surprised?"

Of course, she was surprised; she never expected that Bo Yan would dance the tango for her.

It’s said that the tango is a secret dance between lovers, with particularly rich body language. While other dances require a smile, the tango must be performed with a serious expression.

The beach wasn’t suited for the tango, for no other reason than that the soft, fine sand made it not only challenging but also severely restricted the dancer’s performance.

However, as Bo Yan unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt and began to dance to the rhythm of the music, Yuran knew she had been utterly wrong.

Tango is a partner dance, yet Bo Yan controlled the floor with ease, his rhythm unaffected without a dance partner, executing the famous ’crab walk cat step’ of the tango to perfection.

The rhythm of the tango music was vibrant, its unique syncopation a distinct characteristic.

The steps were lavish and elegant, passionate and unrestrained with endless variations. Bo Yan’s deep, ocean-like gaze locked onto her, his forehead dotted with fine sweat due to the dancing.

Yuran couldn’t look away, never having thought that a man could dance so seductively.

Cross steps, kicks, jumps, spins were dazzling. As Bo Yan’s dance moves followed the changing music, they were at times lamentable, at others exuberantly forceful, showcasing elegance or evoking poignant emotions.

His upper body upright, heels raised, legs bent, all movements extended powerfully downwards, his dance presence robust and impactful, demonstrating the ’momentary stillness of dance’ reputation of tango to the fullest.

His hair was soaked with sweat; as he quickly twisted and turned, sweat flung from the tips, splashing Yuran’s face, leaving her with a stunned expression and a look of amazement in her eyes. It was, truly, sexily overwhelming.

With a turn, Bo Yan plucked a rose from her arm cradle, held it in his mouth, and in the last few seconds of the music, he pulled Yuran into his embrace, gifting the rose to her.

Yuran was dazzled by the tango Bo Yan danced; it took her a long time to come back to reality. His hair was completely wet, and he appeared more seductive than ever.

She nestled in his arms, her voice unable to hide her excitement and joy, "A man who can dance is really so handsome."

"Are you satisfied?"

He chuckled softly in her ear, his mood greatly lifted by her praise.

Yuran’s eyes, filled with admiration, nodded firmly, "Gege, you are truly wonderful."

"So, you need to reward me."

...

Yuran’s thoughts were finally extinguished by a kiss, unaware of how she returned to the room. When she came to her senses, she was already pressed against the bed, Bo Yan’s fine kisses landing on every inch of her face, her evening gown completely removed.

...

Outside the window, the waves surged, while inside, the atmosphere was utterly romantic.