Situ Jue had never seen Bo Yan speak to anyone with such indulgent and relaxed delight. Even with Si Yao and the others, he was always stern and serious, not much different from his on-screen persona.
Now, seeing this side of Bo Yan made him take a few more glances at Yuran.
It really was different, wasn't it?
Otherwise, how could a person as cold and indifferent as Bo Yan spare any extra emotions for someone else?
He lifted the corners of his mouth, his anticipation for returning home growing stronger.
Walking down a corridor gilded in gold, with Yuran by his side, his arm around her waist, she looked at the valuable frescoes and teasingly asked Bo Yan, "Do you know how many rooms are here?"
"I have no idea! My activities are limited to my bedroom and the main hall. I seldom venture to the other areas; it's all managed by the housekeeper," he replied.
Yuran held her words for a moment before she could speak, "…Then why did you buy this place?"