It's a death of me!
Such a handsome face, just before her eyes, even allowing her to touch it at will...
Who could stand it?
Jiang Yaoyao lowered her head and secretly stuck out her tongue.
Bo Jinlan hooked the corner of his mouth, his voice subdued, "It's getting late, shall I take you home?"
"No need." Jiang Yaoyao hurriedly declined.
"It's hard to get a cab here." Bo Jinlan stood there, impeccably dressed in a suit and leather shoes, tall and elegant, an air of nobility about him that contrasted starkly with the chaotic, intoxicating surroundings of the club.
Jiang Yaoyao always felt that this place wasn't suitable for him; if she had to say, the quieter bar upstairs would suit him better...
"I drove here myself."
Upon hearing this, Bo Jinlan raised his eyebrows, "You... drove here yourself?"
?!
Jiang Yaoyao immediately got unhappy, "What's with that skeptical tone? Why can't I drive myself?"