Yu Lizhi: "...???"
Does he still have the heart to rehearse?
She sat up, wrapped her arms around him from behind, and purred, "A-Yan, so does this mean..."
He had just kissed her—did that mean they had made up?
Bo Yanchi quickly interrupted her: "...You look at the script for a while. I’m going to use the restroom."
He escaped into the bathroom as if fleeing and shut the door behind him.
Yu Lizhi stared blankly at the script, licking her lips as the sensation lingered, only to wince in pain.
Ouch.
A-Yan had kissed her so hard her lips hurt.
She would definitely have to tell him to be gentler next time.
Inside the bathroom, Bo Yanchi stared at his own swollen lips in the mirror. He lifted a hand to his forehead, feeling a sense of agitation.
He was a man who prided himself on his rationality.
Yet, every time he encountered Yu Lizhi, he couldn't help but lose control of his emotions.
But...
Bo Yanchi couldn't stop himself from reliving that kiss. Thinking of Yu Lizhi lying beneath him, her face flushed and her expression alluring, a wave of restless desire surged within him, leaving his throat parched.
He glanced down at his crotch.
Well... it was Yu Lizhi who had started it.
He cursed under his breath, his handsome face burning, his breathing ragged. He turned on the faucet.
Back on the big bed, Yu Lizhi held the script, but her mind was elsewhere; she couldn't process a single word.
Why did she have to act?
Couldn't she just keep kissing A-Yan?
Huh?
Why hadn't A-Yan come ou…
Chapter 37