Bo Yan incredulously straightened Yuran's body, meeting her pair of misty, large eyes, something flickering in their depths.
Feeling a tingling at the bottom of her heart from such a gaze, Yuran felt somewhat uneasy, her speech intermittent, "Qi, Qi Ge, why are you, looking at me like that?"
Bo Yan gazed at her exquisitely flawless little face, a smile forming, "The problem I considered, was indeed a bit narrow-minded."
Yuran shook her head, encircled his neck, and rested her head in the crook of his neck, rubbing slightly, "It's not that, I just feel, you learning to like someone so late, how could it be possible for you to like Catherine? If you could have, you would have done so earlier, why wait until now?"
This was the trust given based on a deep understanding of Bo Yan.
Therefore, when Bo Yan asked that question just now, it had caught her off-guard.
Clearly, Bo Yan immediately understood her attitude, and this reconciled with himself internally.
