"Look at you. Not a humorous cell in your body, absolutely dull."
Bo Qingyu lazily sat back on the chair next to him, crossed his legs, and rested one hand on the back of the chair, sitting with an utterly carefree manner.
"You're a thirty-year-old man, are you really not considering settling down?"
Jiang Ruan was curled up in her chair, looking at him lazily.
Although she knew what kind of person Bo Qingyu was, when one reached a certain age, it was always better to settle down. Especially since she knew Bo Qingyu's past, such a man, missing something in his childhood, would always yearn for it in his heart, even though he never showed it.
Bo Qingyu slanted a glance at her and grinned unscrupulously, "Everyone else is dull, why not clone another you for me?"
"Get lost, you." Jiang Ruan grabbed a pillow and smacked it straight into his face.
Hard and fast.
