He seemed really speechless.

Jiang Yaoyao's initial expectations turned into disappointment and even embarrassment. She hummed twice: "Forget it if you don't want to read it! Stingy!"

He turned to leave, but his wrist was grabbed.

The man held her thin white wrist and sat up from the narrow sofa. He took the book in her hand and glanced at it. He half-smiled but said, "Can you fall asleep while reading this?"

Jiang Yaoyao took a copy of "Sample Essays for High Scores in College Entrance Examination English"...

She nodded: "Just read this, I will definitely fall asleep."

When Cheng Runzhi invited Bo Jinlan to be her tutor, his main focus was on English. As a result, she was absent-minded every time she attended class. She was either intoxicated by his beauty or was so stunned by his voice that she lost her mind...

Bo Jinlan's voice belongs to that kind of warm and magnetic bass, not the poor Beijing accent like other people from the imperial capital. When he speaks, his tone is neither fast nor slow, and the speed is neither urgent nor slow, especially when he reads English, just like before

The male dubbing in the translated film is so suave and flirtatious...

A bit nostalgic.

Bo Jinlan was silent again for a while, and finally spoke: "Go and lie down on the bed."

Jiang Yaoyao immediately returned to the bed and lay down.

The floor lamp next to the sofa was turned on. Bo Jinlan sat back on the sofa, opened the book, and spoke a pure English accent slowly.

Jiang Yaoyao turned sideways, looking at the man's handsome and elegant profile under the warm light, and listening to his magnetic and somber voice, her lips slowly raised.

I don’t know how much time has passed...

Bo Jinlan put down the book and raised his eyelids to look at the bed.

The little girl closed her eyes, breathed steadily, and had fallen asleep.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

**

Little Theater Bedtime Stories

Many years later, one night, Baby Bo was acting up and insisted on letting his father tell him a bedtime story.

Jiang Yaoyao put her hands on her hips: "Did mom say it wrong? Why do you have to let dad do it?"

Bo Baobao felt aggrieved: "Brother Mu said that his father would tell him stories every night, why can't my father?"

Brother Mu is the son of Mr. Bo's good friend Xu Fenglai, and he is two years older than Bo Baobao.

"Because dad is busy." Jiang Yaoyao coaxed her daughter, "Unlike your Uncle Xu, who has nothing to do every day but takes care of the baby at home."

"Is that so?" Bo Baobao wondered.

"No." Mr. Bo's yawning voice suddenly sounded from the door, "Actually, it's because I have to tell your mother a bedtime story every night, otherwise your mother won't sleep."

Jiang Yaoyao: "...&"

Bo Baobao burst into tears: "I understand, dad doesn't love me..."
Chapter completed!