Tong Yan suddenly froze.
She wasn't an ignorant girl; she understood what this was.
Tong Yan's face turned red like a brush.
Someone tell her what to do now!
Can she pretend not to know!
The shamelessness of the film emperor refreshed her limits!
#FilmEmperor, come pick up your virtues!#
Bo Yimo's breath was rapid, his gaze fell on her flushed face, his eyes deepened, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his voice hoarse, "Baby, it's because of you."
The word "baby" made Tong Yan shudder.
His hot breath sprayed onto the white skin of her neck; now, not only was her face red, her whole body turned red. Her eyes were darting around, desperately trying to ignore the effect he had on her, but it was in vain.
In the confined and narrow carriage, the temperature gradually rose.
Tong Yan almost couldn't hold her ground.
Her mind was in chaos, but the image of him in her mind grew increasingly clear, clear to the point that she could picture him even with her eyes closed.
