Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

Bo Jinchuan frowned and said, “What are you aware of? I just understood what happened seconds ago and you tell me you’re aware?”

“Okay, tell me then, what do you want to clarify?!”

Shen Fanxing said it all in one breath, anger and resignation apparent from her tone.

When a man had kissed a woman and told her he did not mean it, what would that mean?

Bo Jinchuan cooled down suddenly and eyed her for long before asking, “Why are you angry?”

“I’m not!” asserted Shen Fanxing in a tense voice, thereafter turning her head to a side.

A soft laughter was heard as the man continued, “You’re angry… un-adorable woman.”

Shen Fanxing frowned, turned around and responded, “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Mr Bo, since…”

She felt a sudden voice coming from the top of her head and she stopped speaking.

Bo Jinchuan had covered her forehead with his colossal figure, his breath hot on her face, making Shen Fanxing’s heart squeeze.

“Do you know what I’ve confirmed just now?” asked Bo Jinchuan in a low voice, creating an electric feeling that ran through Shen Fanxing’s body.

Shen Fanxing did not speak, her gaze fixated on the opened neckline of Bo Jinchuan’s shirt, his fair skin alluring.

“Kissing you is an uncontrollable action and even I have underestimated your influence on me. Because of this, Shen Fanxing, I’ve made up my mind that I want you no matter what you think.”

Shen Fanxing’s heart raced even more as she looked sideways at him, his lips having a faint radian that reflected an evil allure.

“Moreover, compared to our previous interactions, I realise I prefer this side of you—more authentic.”

Shen Fanxing’s face was completely red and her heart could jump out of her chest at any time. Yet, her back remained straight and she did not even dare to make eye contact with him.

“…Authenticity? Am I not authentic enough in our precious interactions?”

“Of course not, but your true self might have to be dug and led out.”

His voice was low and hoarse, with an element of romance lingering in it, thus lightly tugging at the hamstrings of Shen Fanxing’s heart.

With the dissipation of her anger, she felt pretty satisfied with his explanation.

“…Do you want to eat?” Notwithstanding the strong allure that this man had, Shen Fanxing pressed her hands firmly on his chest.

Bo Jinchuan frowned lightly and released her.

“Of course, this is the main objective for today.”

Even though there was something more important than this.

Bo Jinchuan folded the sleeves of his shirt, surprising Shen Fanxing.

“You’re cooking?”

“You’ve got a problem with that?”

Bo Jinchuan smiled as he turned and sauntered into the kitchen.

“No, I just thought…” Shen Fanxing traced off as she followed him into the kitchen, where he stood unmoving for long, his eyes sweeping around the area.

Catching sight of Bo Jinchuan’s expression, Shen Fanxing looked up at him and continued her unfinished speech, asking in a playful tone,

“Do you really know how to cook?”

Bo Jinchuan hesitated before looking down at her.

“In this world, there is nothing I can’t do.”

Shen Fanxing smiled and nodded her head.

“Then what do you plan to cook?”

Bo Jinchuan raised an eyebrow before continuing, “Sweet and sour pork ribs, stewed croaker in brown sauce, braised prawn, crab noodle with tofu, garlic greens…”

His voice was calm, sounding as though he was regurgitating formulated answers.