Chapter 507 The Crown Prince's Little Darling 72
Song Jinhuan immediately understood that the three of them had misunderstood.
She wasn't completely ignorant; it's just that her roommates had expressed themselves too tactfully.
"He is in very good physical condition."
Her roommates assumed she was just trying to save face for Bo Yan and sympathetically agreed, saying, "Yeah, yeah, we believe you."
Song Jinhuan was rather annoyed, but she didn't intend to explain.
Ayan is hers, and she doesn't want to tell others too much about him.
On Song Jinhuan's twentieth birthday, Bo Yan gave himself to her as a gift.
That night felt like an ordeal; she crumpled the sheets into a ball.
The specially designed balcony and the large mirrored wall next to the floor-to-ceiling windows made Song Jinhuan realize that the other party had ulterior motives from the beginning.
We've been waiting for this day.
Some people might feel stifled, but Bo Yan definitely won't.
Bo Yan will only go crazy from holding it in.
Three days, a full three days.
The three days of indulgence made Song Jinhuan's legs tremble whenever she saw Bo Yan.
That's terrifying.
Bo Yan, on the other hand, looked refreshed and radiant, his cheerful demeanor appearing particularly irritating to Song Jinhuan.
I stopped living in the dorm after that.
My roommates gave a knowing "oh" to indicate that they understood.
Song Jinhuan mainly chose majors such as trendy toy design and clay sculpting.
A lump of mud can keep you entertained for days.
In five years, Bo Yan used his own abilities to win over some of the old guard in the Bo Group, who were willing to work for him.
At that time, Bo Yan was twenty-three years old. He had long lost the naivety of his seventeen or eighteen-year-old self, but his sincere heart for the girl had never changed.
Another night, Song Jinhuan was repeatedly tormented by the man, as if she had been pulled out of the water.
She said in a hoarse voice, "That's enough... I need to save my energy for my graduation project."
Bo Yan paused, "You still have the energy to think about these things?"
He then reflected, "It's my problem."
Song Jinhuan was stunned; her limbs felt weak and she couldn't push the person away at all.
After that, my mind went completely blank.
It took me a long time to recover, and my voice was weak.
A little bit of vengefulness rose up, and despite being sleepy, she tilted her head back and whispered mysteriously in Bo Yan's ear, "Ah Yan, I'll tell you a secret."
The languid-looking man asked curiously, "What secret?"
Song Jinhuan nuzzled his chin with her head, then fell asleep instantly.
You wouldn't let me sleep earlier, now you won't be able to sleep well either!
Bo Yan waited for a while, but didn't get an answer. He looked down and found that she had already closed her eyes.
What kind of trick is this?
How could someone who gets excited and starts chattering about anything possibly fall asleep halfway through a conversation?
We should see his reaction after he finds out the so-called little secret.
The next day, when Song Jinhuan woke up, she saw that Bo Yan was already awake, looking like he hadn't slept well.
He couldn't help but feel secretly pleased, but knowing the answer already, he asked, "Ayan, what's wrong?"
You don't look well.
Bo Yan glanced at her: "The secret? I've been waiting until now."
Song Jinhuan secretly chuckled to herself, her revenge a success!
"Huh?" Song Jinhuan feigned ignorance. "What secret? I've forgotten."
Bo Yan smiled slightly at her.
Song Jinhuan felt a chill run down her spine, and by the time she realized what was happening, she had already been pinned down.
It was pierced through.
Favorability: 98.
She suspected that this was a form of retaliation from the other party.
When they were twenty-five, the two got married.
Favorability: 99.
The moment Bo Yan closed his eyes, his favorability rating reached 100.
Song Jinhuan couldn't help but wonder, the favorability rating seemed inaccurate. They had been together for decades, how come she couldn't sense that the other person's love had grown stronger over time?
She even felt that using numbers to show how much she liked someone was disrespectful.
That is something that cannot be measured.
Sanjin: "Host, this is just the progress of the conquest, it doesn't mean that the other party's love is only this much."
Song Jinhuan: "I see."
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