The sea breeze blew, tousling Tong Yan's long hair, which scattered freely, making her skin appear even more snowy, her bright eyes and white teeth a sight to behold, truly a stunning beauty.
Bo Yimo chuckled lightly, "Guess." His expression tender and gentle, his dark eyes sparkling like the stars in the sky, dazzling and striking.
It was cold, yet he remained as calm as ever, as if the swim just now hadn't affected him at all. What immense self-control he must have.
And yet, such a person, when facing his soft spot, crumbles easily.
Tong Yan: ...
"Guess, my brother-in-law, huh."
Can't you just be straightforward for once!
Why do I feel like punching someone?
How am I supposed to know what the movie star is thinking!
Tong Yan didn't know that some words are spontaneous in certain situations and lose their flavor if said, like "I love you."
