CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57: EATING

Thanks to Gu Shuang, Tong Yan’s popularity has once again soared, and "Apocalypse" has become more popular. It’s practically free advertising.

She hopes to have more of these god-like assists from her enemies!

On this day, Tong Yan finished filming a scene with Bo Yimo, and it was already early morning. For the next scene, as the number one fan of Dr. Ye Sen, Laura had to stick closely to him. This means she’d have to keep filming with Bo Yimo.

Tong Yan expressed that she was under a lot of pressure.

And then... she was hungry!

When she gets hungry, she doesn’t feel like doing anything, and being hungry late at night is the worst—she can’t sleep at all, seriously!

Tong Yan asked Li Xin if she had brought any food, and Li Xin shook her head, saying helplessly, "Sis, you ate it all!" How strong of a stomach it must be to finish all the food she bought from downtown this afternoon!

Tong Yan really wanted to go out to eat, but she didn’t have a car! Just then, a heavenly voice rang in her ear, "Let’s go get some food."

It was Emperor Bo!

Tong Yan’s stomach was so hungry that she nodded directly.

The two of them got into the car, and the interior was silent. Tong Yan broke the awkward atmosphere, "Thank you."

Bo Yimo didn’t respond for a long time before he spoke softly, "Are you afraid of me?" His clear voice had a sexy rasp, like rich fragrant wine, emitting a captivating aroma.

Tong Yan was stunned for a moment, "No."

Bo Yimo suddenly leaned closer, and Tong Yan’s face instantly flushed red, her heart inexplicably sped up.

Her little heart was so active that it was about to leap out of her chest.

"What’s wrong, is the car a bit hot?" Bo Yimo’s brows were like distant mountains, full of charm, and even a single glance could make someone lose themselves.

"No, not hot." Tong Yan struggled to find her voice after a long pause.

Though they’ve been in contact for some time, facing him alone, she could never stay calm, like a small shrimp meeting a great deity, feeling nervous automatically—it’s an instinct from birth.

And she really despised this instinct.

Bo Yimo’s lips curled into a smile, as the moonlight flickered in his deep eyes, his gaze sweeping over her, "That doesn’t seem like you that night."

That night, that night, that night, that night...

These four words echoed in her mind. Ahhh, what did she do that night? She really wants to know.

Tong Yan wanted to cry but had no tears, "Young Master Mo, I really didn’t mean it that night, I was drunk, hehe..." By the end, she could only giggle foolishly.

She had already made up her mind, no matter what she did at the time, she wouldn’t admit it. Yes, she’s going to play dumb!

Bo Yimo gracefully tapped the steering wheel with his slender fingers, "Hmm."

Tong Yan, who was ready for a big confrontation, didn’t expect this response. She suddenly felt choked, and her newly found courage was instantly extinguished.

Emperor Bo, what does your ’hmm’ mean, do you believe or not believe?

Tong Yan was so conflicted that she felt like digging her heart out, unable to calm down all the way, occasionally sneaking glances at him.

But honestly, Emperor Bo is so handsome that it’s almost unbelievable.

The car stopped at an intersection, with solitary lights and winding paths leading to a small shop. It’s not big but looks exquisite, with wooden sliding doors evoking memories from another era.

Bo Yimo opened the door, the creak piercing through the silent night. The shop is not large, with only a few wooden tables. Each table has a lamp with a paper shade, illustrated with hand-drawn patterns of plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum, looking elegant and delicate.

"You’re here?"