Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Shi Qinglan soon regretted it.

Bo Yucheng ordered a meal from a top-notch western restaurant and it was delivered. The aroma filled the living room and the steak was still steaming.

The girl put her hands on her chin, glanced at the candlestick and the bottle of red wine next to it, and turned on the autistic mode...

"Candle... candlelight dinner?" She opened her red lips lightly.

Bo Yucheng extinguished the lights in the living room, leaving only the candlestick. The dim candlelight heightened the ambiguous and warm atmosphere.

The man's narrow eyes raised slightly, "Don't you like it?"

He remembered that the girl liked Western food, and he specially ordered a chocolate mousse cake for her.

"Since you can't participate in the coming-of-age ceremony at school, I'll do it for you alone at home, don't you like it?"

Bo Yucheng looked at her with deep eyes and his voice was low.

Shi Qinglan pursed her red lips, and the corners of her slightly drooped eyes hid the usual glittering brilliance, as if it was hard to say anything.

"It's not that I don't like it..."

Her voice was soft and waxy, and she didn't sound confident at all, "Just... just... do you still want to drink?"

The girl's eyes drifted toward the bottle of red wine intentionally or unintentionally, but she only glanced at it briefly and then immediately averted her eyes.

The hands hidden under the table gently pinched the corners of the skirt.

Bo Yucheng's red lips curled up slightly, and he smiled dumbly, "Lanlan, have you never had a drink before?"

Hearing this, Shi Qinglan's cheeks turned red.

She suddenly raised her eyes, "How... how is it possible!"

She is the majestic heir to the Jingshi Pavilion and the Medical Research Institute, with countless lives in her hands and a glorious reputation throughout her life. How could she be afraid of just a bottle of red wine!

There was no way she would admit that she fell down in one drop.

If you don't admit it, you won't admit it even to death.

"Isn't it just a little drink? Just drink..."

Shi Qinglan muttered softly, but when she heard the low laughter coming from Bo Yucheng's voice, she instantly felt that she was disgraced.

She raised her face like she was showing off, "Why are you laughing! I'm telling you, I can drink really well!"

Bo Yucheng's dark pupils were filled with a lingering smile.

He had long seen through the girl's embarrassed look, "Lan Lan, if you can't drink, don't force it, I'll put it away, okay?"

After the sound fell, he stood up and prepared to take away the red wine.

But Shi Qinglan suddenly grabbed the red wine and filled the goblet without hesitation, "Who said I can't drink it!"

She drank one drop at a time before, it must be because she drank fake wine and couldn't count, so she had to regain her face today.

"Then drink less and don't become a drunkard."

Bo Yucheng's red lips curled slightly. He looked helplessly at the wine in front of Shi Qinglan. After filling it for himself, he put away the red wine. At most, he only planned to let her drink this one glass.

Shi Qinglan pursed her red lips and said, "No way, cheers!"

Bo Yucheng always indulged her and raised his glass cooperatively.

Although the girl shouted "Cheers" arrogantly, she still only gently sipped a few drops and licked her lips to taste the taste.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be anything special..."

Shi Qinglan murmured to himself, then took another sip and smacked his mouth, wondering what was so good about the wine.

Bo Yucheng leaned lazily on the backrest, narrowing his narrow eyes lazily, gently pinching the goblet with his long, white fingers, and the bright red wine swayed in the transparent cup.

He raised his chin and took a sip, curling his lips and looking at the girl who was curious about red wine, but he soon felt something was wrong...

"Hehehe." Shi Qinglan's face flushed.

She held her face in her hands and looked at the man, with a faint mist in her eyes, as ignorant and harmless as a bullied deer, "Acheng, you are so handsome, so handsome..."

Bo Yucheng: ...who can withstand this?