CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: NEGATIVE DISTANCE

Tong Yan couldn’t help but take a few steps back, "Young Master Mo, don’t come so close."

He’s so devilishly handsome, her little heart can’t handle it!

#The Emperor Bo starts flirting without warning, penalty points!#

Bo Yimo leaned forward, his eyes as dark as ink, shimmering like the most beautiful Spirit Jade in the world. A faint smile spread at the corners of his lips, causing ripples to form.

Tong Yan felt as if countless flowers were blooming before her eyes, momentarily losing her sense of direction.

In her daze, she seemed to hear him say, "There’s something even closer. Want to try it?"

His low, seductive voice was like a devil, enticing her to fall.

"Try what?" Tong Yan asked, bewildered.

Bo Yimo whispered in her ear, "Negative distance."

Bo Yimo’s slightly cool palm covered her eyes, "Looking at me like this, I can’t help doing bad things."

Can’t help but do what bad things?

Tong Yan didn’t voice her question, but she figured it wasn’t anything good.

With her eyes covered, her senses became incredibly sharp.

In the quiet night, she could feel the chirping of birds and insects, hear the rustling of the breeze through the trees, notice her heart pounding like a drum, and hear his breath by her ear.

So faint, yet so loud.

Suddenly, she shivered all over.

He had taken her earlobe into his mouth.

Tong Yan instantly went limp.

Bo Yimo chuckled softly, "

The deep, husky voice, accompanied by light laughter, echoed in the air.

Tong Yan was nearly overwhelmed.

It’s not my fault I’m too fragile, but the enemy is too strong.

His silly girl, with dreamy eyes, her pink lips slightly parted, face flushed red, so enticing that Bo Yimo’s self-control collapsed, his eyes darkened,

Bo Yimo, a calm and composed man, found everything meaningless in front of Tong Yan. His pride, his composure, his resolve, all turning to emptiness in an instant.

All he wanted to do was kiss her forever and ever.

Reluctantly, Bo Yimo finally let go.

As soon as Tong Yan was free, she took a few steps back, waved at him, "Young Master Mo, it’s late, I’m going to sleep now, good night."

Before he could respond, she went straight into the RV, closed the door, and turned off the lights, all in just a moment.

Bo Yimo stood where he was, watching her retreating figure, unmoving for a long time.

Boiling a frog in warm water, taking it slow.

There’s no rush, slowly but surely.

That night, Bo Yimo lingered in her dreams throughout.

So much so that early the next morning, Tong Yan ran away as soon as she saw Bo Yimo.

After all, she’d done unspeakable things with him in her dream.

It’s all Emperor Bo’s fault!

She wasn’t someone desperate, okay!

It was all the Emperor’s fault!

#Cherish life, stay away from the Emperor Bo#

The staff on set looked bewildered, what’s going on? Did this girl flirt with Young Master Mo again?

Miss Tong, kudos to your courage!

They’ve worked with Young Master Mo for so many days, not daring to say a word to him, like a high mountain flower, admired from afar, not to be approached.