Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

She covered her mouth and frowned in pain.

What happened?

Why did her lips hurt so much?

What happened last night?

Why couldn’t she remember anything?

Shen Fanxing’s head was pounding as she tried to recall what happened yesterday but to no avail.

God!

How much did she drink?

“What are you thinking about?” a low and hoarse voice rumbled.

Shen Fanxing raised her head to see Bo Jinchuan gazing at her, with his head propped with his hand.

His face was as handsome as ever, with the laziness of someone who had just woken up.

His expensive shirt was slightly creased and the top two buttons were unbuttoned. A somewhat familiar warm smile crinkled from the corners of his eyes.

Even his lazy posture was so seductive!

Shen Fanxing’s intense gaze never left Bo Jinchuan’s lips.

It took her a while before her gaze trailed to Bo Jinchuan’s smiling eyes.

Her face reddened and she averted her gaze hastily.

“Sorry, I drank too much yesterday. I don’t remember what happened.”

She had really forgotten, but she wasn’t stupid.

The wound on Bo Jinchuan’s lips was shocking.

That’s right. Although the wound wasn’t serious, it was far too obvious on his perfect face.

Bo Jinchuan raised an eyebrow.

Shen Fanxing felt that she was being deliberate. She prodded at Bo Jinchuan’s shirt softly and said, “Sorry for crumpling your shirt. I… I’ll compensate you.”

“Compensate?”

questioned Bo Jinchuan as he lifted an eyebrow.

Shen Fanxing nodded and replied, “I think I did that.”

“Yes, you did,” agreed Bo Jinchuan.

Shen Fanxing smiled awkwardly, feeling a stinging pain.

Bo Jinchuan shifted and closed in on her suddenly.

“Are you sure you want to compensate me?”

Shen Fanxing nodded and stammered, “That’s… what I should do.”

Bo Jinchuan went silent for a few seconds before he said softly,

“What exactly do you remember from yesterday’s events?”

Shen Fanxing’s heart jolted and she felt a little guilty.

“I waited for you at the carpark…”

Bo Jinchuan snorted quietly and said, “Compensate me then.”

She was speechless…

Bo Jinchuan pointed at his bleeding lips and asked, “How do you plan to compensate me for this?”

Awkwardness flashed across Shen Fanxing’s eyes. She had failed to avoid the question that she desperately tried to.

“I drank too much last night… I don’t remember…”

“You’re going back on your words,” hissed Bo Jinchuan as his eyes narrowed.

Shen Fanxing’s head hurt even more as she protested, “No, I really don’t know how it happened!”

Bo Jinchuan stared at her for a while before he straightened his body slowly. The next second, he opened the door and a refreshing breeze entered. He had already gotten out of the car.

“It’s okay, I’ll give you time to think.”

Shen Fanxing heaved a sigh of relief.

As Bo Jinchuan’s figure got further away from her, she exited the car. She made her way back to her residence to wash up.

She did try to recall what happened, but she really couldn’t.

…

When she returned to the main manor, Bo Jinchuan had already washed up and changed his clothes. He sat at the dining table, seemingly waiting for her to have breakfast.

“Did you recall?”

After she sat down, Bo Jinchuan looked up at her with an ambiguous smile.

Shen Fanxing forced a smile and shook her head. “Not yet.”

“Continue.”