Love That Comes Late
Bo Yan frowned and reached out a hand to take hers.
"Don't touch me!"
Her hand withdrew so rapidly like she was avoiding the sting of a scorpion, leaving his hand frozen in its tracks.
A still and awkward silence hung between them both for seconds until Bo Yan's hand shot forth and gripped firmly on hers, his eyes blazing fervently as he spoke,
"Is this what you want? To be like this with me for the rest of our lives? We lost our Xiaobao, but we can always have another one in the future! I admit, everything that's happened before, I have been tricked by Shen Rou..."