Damn it, must Xia Qi make trouble for her like that?!
Looking at her blushing cheeks and wandering gaze, Bo Yan’s long, handsome eyes flickered slightly. He directly reached out and took away the book in An Ge’er’s hand.
An Ge’er yelped in astonishment, and a look of panic crossed her face. Subconsciously, she reached out to snatch it back, but when she saw his furrowed brows, she became panic-stricken. Biting her lip, she shrank back in embarrassment. Eventually, she could only hang her head in utter shame.
In her mind, she felt like she was being tortured, as if her organs were twisted.
Bo Yan looked at the cover page of the book. The title was designed flamboyantly, as if fearing that people would not understand what was written.
His gaze paused for a moment, and his brows unconsciously knitted together. He cast a meaningful glance at the lass in front of him… but she was hanging her head and wringing her hands.
When An Ge’er stealthily raised her head again, she happened to see Little Uncle looking through the book. His elegant, calm brows were furrowed, and she could not read his emotions from his face.
At that moment, her mind practically fell apart. It exploded, and there were only three words left in her head—I am doomed.
It was only the first day she had moved in with Little Uncle, yet he found her reading this kind of melodramatic, Mary Sue novel, titled “Devil Uncle Loves Me”. She really wished to ask, was it too late for her to regret?
She wanted to hit her head against the wall. What will Little Uncle think of her?!
Qiqi! An Ge’er kept muttering this name countless times in her heart.
At the same time, back in the apartment, after sneezing, Xia Qi continued to rummage through the house for something while mumbling, “Eh? Where’s the Devil Uncle book that I just bought?”
…
An Ge’er shifted her feet, wanting to escape, but Bo Yan kept the book in his hands and looked up at her. “It’s almost the college entrance exam, but you’re reading this kind of book?” He paused and casually glanced at the book in his hand again. “Devil Uncle… Hmm?”
His voice was refined and low, and coupled with the last syllable, it was exceptionally… enticing and emotive.
However, right now, An Ge’er…
Was even more embarrassed, to the point of not knowing where to stand. If someone could dig a hole in the ground for her right now, she would definitely thank him and all his ancestors.