Bo Yan felt his breath hitch, a wave of heat rushing to his head. He clenched his teeth in the dark. Was the girl unwittingly flirting with him because she knew he was powerless at the moment, or was she doing it on purpose?
No matter which it was, he decided to treat it as if she was doing it intentionally.
His throat felt parched as he stared straight ahead, "Baby, don't blame me for not warning you, but you might not be able to handle the consequences of flirting on purpose."
Although Yuran understood a lot, she lacked practical experience and had no idea how intense a man's desire could be. She also failed to detect the restraint in Bo Yan's tone.
Her laughter was like peach blossoms in March, her face delicate as a bud, "Seventh Brother, I want to have children."
The car took an extremely strange turn, followed by a piercing screech of brakes ringing in their ears.
Bo Yan brought the car to a halt.
