Suddenly, Bo Yimo held her right hand, interlocking their fingers, with a hint of tenderness.
His hand was slightly cool, but such a simple action left her flustered, her heart racing.
Tong Yan seemed bewildered, her obvious change was just because of him.
So, how long could she hold onto her stubborn beliefs.
She didn't know.
Bo Yimo curled his lips into a faint smile, like a spring breeze, casually saying, "How long did he hold it?"
He?
Tong Yan was puzzled, who was he?
In Tong Yan's mind, Wen Shu was just a younger brother, holding hands with him was nothing special, especially given the unique circumstances at the time, who would bother to remember.
"Playing dumb?" Bo Yimo restrained his smile, his eyes slightly darkened, wanting to be angry but reluctant.
How could he be willing?
She was the girl he always thought about.
Even a little, he couldn't bear.
Huh, playing dumb about what?
Movie star, what exactly do you want to say!
