11, she blushes at the slightest tease

In the study.

Cheng Runzhi's father looked at the refined young man in front of him. "Jinlan, Yaoyao says she doesn't want to get married for the time being. Can you accept that?"

Bo Jinlan was silent for a moment before answering with a light smile, "I respect Yaoyao's opinion, and besides, she is indeed still young."

"It's good that you think this way," Cheng Runzhi's father sighed, "Actually… her reluctance to marry probably stems from her parents' relationship. Back then, her father secretly kept a mistress, and her mother couldn't handle the stress and was admitted to a sanatorium, eventually choosing to commit suicide by jumping off a building, leaving a deep scar on her…"

He pulled open a drawer and took out a folder.

Bo Jinlan reached out and took it.

Inside was a detailed pathological report.

The elderly man's aged voice rose, "You're her boyfriend, and I think it's necessary for you to know about this. After Yunru was admitted to the sanatorium, Yaoyao suffered from dissociative identity disorder, and the doctors said she must not be stressed…"

**

Suddenly a flash of white light burst forth outside the window, followed by a deafening continuous rumble of thunder.

Upstairs in the bedroom.

Jiang Yaoyao was on the phone with her auntie.

"Grandpa wants me to stay a few more days, I won't be back to Haicheng until after National Day."

Cheng Yunzhi's voice was gentle, "Why didn't you tell me when you came back to the capital? I bought a lot of things; you could have taken them back with you."

"I was wrong, auntie…"

There was a knock at the door, and Jiang Yaoyao hurriedly said, "Grandpa is urging me to go to sleep, goodbye auntie!"

After hanging up the phone, she ran to open the door.

In the corridor, Cheng Runzhi's father waved with a cheerful smile, "It's getting late, Jinlan, you and Yaoyao should rest early."

Bo Jinlan smiled, "You should also rest early, Grandpa."

…

After the elderly man left, Jiang Yaoyao closed the room door and pointed haughtily toward the sofa, "You sleep on the sofa!"

Bo Jinlan put down the bag in his hand and glanced at the sofa, "It's too small; I can't fit."

Jiang Yaoyao: "Then you sleep on the floor!"

Bo Jinlan: "It's too hard; it's uncomfortable to sleep on."

Jiang Yaoyao looked at him incredulously, "Are you suggesting that this fairy should sleep on the floor?"

Bo Jinlan tugged at the corners of his mouth, "You can sleep in the bed with me."

"In your dreams!" Jiang Yaoyao glared at him with those beautiful peach blossom eyes.

She had gotten drunk last night, leading to a one-night stand with him—a low-level mistake she was determined not to repeat!

"We can sleep together; I promise not to touch you, okay?" Bo Jinlan's gaze was unwavering as he looked at her. His voice, a pleasant bass that rose teasingly at the end, was like aged wine, seductive and sensual… utterly irresistible!

Jiang Yaoyao couldn't hold out; her face flushed as she exclaimed, "I'll sleep on the sofa; you take the bed!"

After saying this, she dashed into the bathroom, "I'm taking a shower first!"

Bo Jinlan smiled lightly as he withdrew his gaze.

She was still the same as three years ago, blushing at the slightest tease.

…

The bedroom hadn't changed much from three years ago.

A princess bed with carved drapes, an antique-style dressing table, a whole wall of sliding wardrobes, and on the other side, a custom integrated desk cabinet—overall, the décor was a warm white tone, adorned with various girly decorations and plush toys…

Each detail underscored her princess-like status.

His phone rang, Bo Jinlan glanced at the screen and swiped to answer, "You have something to say to me?"

The call was from Cheng Runzhi, and it wouldn't be a late call unless it was something important.

As expected, Cheng Runzhi asked, "Yaoyao said that the Bo Family doesn't know about you two dating, and she said that's what you wanted?"

Bo Jinlan's dark eyes swept over the bathroom door as a smile played on his lips, "Yes."

"Your concern makes sense. Yaoyao is still young and dislikes restrictions; I fear she might not cope with the rules of the Bo Family. But…" Cheng Runzhi's tone held a warning, "If you dare hurt her, we can no longer be friends!"

**

In the bathroom, after finishing her shower, Jiang Yaoyao suddenly realized that she hadn't brought her pajamas!

Just now, she had carelessly thrown her clothes aside, and now they were wet and utterly unwearable.

Scratching her head, Jiang Yaoyao was speechless and choked up.

Why did she always end up in a predicament in front of Bo Jinlan?

After hesitating for a long time, she wrapped the bath towel around her chest, walked over to open the door, and then peeked her head out.

"Bo Jinlan?"

No response.

She raised her voice, "Bo Jinlan, could you get me a nightgown? It's on the outermost door of the wardrobe."

Still no response.

She cautiously stepped out of the bathroom, only to find that the bedroom was empty.

Damn, where did that dog of a man go?

Maybe Uncle had called him for a chat?

Jiang Yaoyao felt relieved and headed towards the wardrobe.

Little did she know—

The glass door to the balcony was suddenly pulled open, and the man's noble and handsome figure stepped inside.

Jiang Yaoyao was stunned and reflexively looked over.

Bo Jinlan's shirt was a few buttons undone, his tie skewed and hanging off his chest, and the wind had slightly tousled his black hair, giving him an air of a debauched scholar.

At that moment, his dark eyes settled on her face, and then drifted downward.

Her thick, curly hair was tied into a bun, a pink towel wrapped around her fair, smooth body, a slender neck, beautifully angled shoulders, an exquisite and pretty collarbone, and finally, legs that could rival a supermodel's, white, slender, and even, gleaming under the light.

Jiang Yaoyao was dumbfounded for several seconds before she finally reacted, "You... "

Bo Jinlan didn't speak, but his gaze, as if led by a ghost, returned to her face.

Because she had just taken a bath, the young girl's face, normally fair with a rosy tinge, was now flushed red, her peach-blossom eyes staring at him. Gone was her usual imperious air, replaced by panic and shyness.

Not until Jiang Yaoyao, frustrated and angry, stamped her foot, "You're still looking!"

Bo Jinlan turned his head away, looking at the bookshelf beside him.

The curve of his sexy Adam's apple rolled slowly, and his voice was notably husky, "Sorry, I didn't know you weren't dressed..."

Jiang Yaoyao quickly dashed over, pulled open the wardrobe, grabbed her clothes, and rushed back to the bathroom.

Bo Jinlan turned his head back, just in time to catch sight of her retreating fair ankle.

**

Ten minutes later, Jiang Yaoyao, dressed in her pajamas, had also gathered her composure and re-emerged.

She walked to the wardrobe without looking sideways.

She intended to coolly take a thin blanket and go to sleep, but who knew...

Damn, she couldn't reach!

At 1.7 meters tall, she was considered quite tall among girls, but the top shelf for bedding was simply too high, and she couldn't reach it at all...

Jiang Yaoyao tiptoed and stretched her fingers, reaching and reaching...

"Need a blanket?"

The man's warm and magnetic voice sounded.

Bo Jinlan, without knowing when, had come up behind her and simply raised his arm after speaking.

The two of them were very close, his pure masculine scent mixed with a faint whiff of tobacco, causing Jiang Yaoyao's mind to go blank in an instant, and she dared not move.

Not until he lowered his head to look at her.

The young lady had her hair tied up high in a bun, and from his higher vantage point...

He could clearly see the red kiss mark on her collarbone, right at the neckline of her pajamas.

It hadn't faded even after a whole day?

Bo Jinlan seemed to think of something; his eyes slightly darkened, his throat suddenly feeling hot and itchy, especially as he breathed in her scent...

It wasn't perfume, nor was it the smell of makeup; it was faint, very fresh, unassumingly surrounding him at the tip of his nose, easily stirring all his heartbeats and emotions...