Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?-Chapter 191: Giving Myself to You

Tong Yan watched as Bo Yimo walked step by step into the sea.

His tall and gallant figure moved away into the distance.

The cold sea breeze was so chilly, blowing his coat wildly.

The seawater gradually submerged his legs. Suddenly, he turned around; though far away, he saw Tong Yan among the crowd with one glance, his eyes bright like stars, full of her reflection.

Tong Yan saw him open his mouth to speak, but the wind was too strong for her to hear, and then he suddenly fell.

With a splash, Bo Yimo plunged into the sea, water splashing everywhere.

Time froze at that moment, and a female staff member screamed.

Soon, Bo Yimo stood up from the sea. Despite his usual strength, he seemed a bit disheveled now, yet it did not detract from his outstanding presence.

His hair was soaked, droplets trickling down from the ends to his graceful neck, gradually sliding further down, disappearing into his clothes, adding a sense of languid melancholy more than usual.

The so-called beauty stepping out of the bath probably looked just like this.

No matter how you see it, it just makes your heart race.

Bo Yimo was truly a favored child of the heavens, with grace in every move, possessing a demeanor that remained just so at all times.

Bo Yimo’s manager grabbed some clothes and ran towards the sea, intending to cover him, but someone was quicker.

It was Tong Yan.

"Young Master Mo, put this on quickly, don’t catch a cold." Tong Yan apologetically draped a thick garment over him and hesitated before saying, "Thank you." Her words brimmed with gratitude.

Clearly, it was a women’s coat, yet when worn by Bo Yimo, it didn’t appear effeminate at all; instead, it added a touch of elegance.

Bo Yimo smirked, "How about thanking me with your body?"

Tong Yan was silent for a while before saying, half-jokingly, half-seriously, "Sure."

Bo Yimo laughed.

If it was fake, he hoped it was real.

If it was real, he hoped it could be true for a lifetime.

But he knew she was merely joking, both true and false.

Yet there was some truth in it, wasn’t there?

For just two simple words, he was uncontrollably happy.

He was hopeless.

When someone is too cautious with another, they start to fear, to worry, to become uncharacteristic.

Bo Yimo, usually so decisive and strategical, felt the same.

At this moment, Bo Yimo’s manager came over, "Young Master Mo, here is your clothing..."

His gaze froze when he saw the coat draped over Bo Yimo.

This coat seemed to be... Miss Tong’s?

He remembered she wore it just now.

So?

The manager hid Bo Yimo’s clothes behind him and said with a smile, "I’m such a careless person, rushing to see Young Master Mo, I didn’t bring any clothes with me. Miss Tong was more thoughtful, unlike careless me."

Tong Yan: ...

So, is the thing you’re holding now an inflatable doll?

Are you sure you’re not just here to crack jokes?

Can you lie with a bit of sincerity?

Her eyes aren’t blind yet!

Before Tong Yan could speak, the manager ran off, faster than anything.

Tong Yan laughed while saying, "Young Master Mo’s manager is extraordinary indeed." His skin is just as thick.

Bo Yimo nodded, "He’s got some insight."

Tong Yan: ...

Can you please have a bit more shame?

The atmosphere suddenly grew silent. Tong Yan suddenly remembered something and asked him, "Young Master Mo, what did you say just before you stepped into the water? The wind was too strong to hear clearly."