Chapter 295: 295 Living Together (Extra 2)

Bo Yan glanced at him, “You’re not boasting that you only spent five minutes chatting up a completely unknown girl, a plain-looking college student at that, right? Half an hour to kissing, an hour later heading to a hotel, and she was a first-timer.”

Han Yifan nodded, his face animated with excitement, “As soon as you mention this, I can’t feel sleepy anymore. Yeah, although I’m not as ordinary as you are. But when it comes to looks, I’m still the brightest lad along the Yan River bar street. No doubt, I’m not some scumbag. I was just comforting this beautiful girl, tossed about in the sea, unable to find release. She was deceived by a bastard, her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend behind her back, and in a moment of anger, she came to drink. I approached her with the principle of relieving suffering and distress…”

“Stop.” Bo Yan cut him off, uninterested in his rambling, “I just want to know… How did you sweet-talk her into it.”

Han Yifan looked puzzled, “Why are you asking this?”

He hadn’t expected Bo Yan to be doing this to chase Xia Siyu. Although he had charmed quite a few girls with his smooth talking from a young age.

But Bo Yan was different.

Just by standing there, he attracted women like a magnet, impossible to drive away.

As stunning as Xia Siyu, as reserved as Xia Sicai, and as wilful as Wu Di, all had pursued him. Not to mention celebrities like Shang Feifei and Li Yiru from the entertainment circle, he could have as many as he wanted.

Even though Han Yifan had plenty of girlfriends, they were nowhere near Bo Yan’s level.

Bo Yan’s face was the picture of integrity, “It’s for a movie. I’m going to play a scumbag.”

“What scumbag! Watch your language! I’ve never played with any girl, okay? As for that female college student, I even dated her for a while until she moved away after graduation to break up. Although I’ve had quite a few girlfriends since high school, at least a dozen or two. But I have always approached them with respect, giving them warmth and love!”

Bo Yan gave him a speechless glance, knowing all too well that you couldn’t hear anything sensible when talking with slick types like Han Yifan.

“Are you going to talk or not?”

“Hey, don’t be so stingy, I haven’t seen you in a while. You seem even more haggard than the last time I saw you. What, did Xia Siyu do this to you?” Han Yifan even reached out to ruffle his hair, which Bo Yan dodged.

Putting down his glass, he said, “I’ve returned the keys, I’m leaving first.”

“Don’t go.” Han Yifan finally smiled, “Actually, it’s not that complicated. If you want to persuade a girl to develop something with you, you at least have to say things she likes to hear, do things she likes. If it’s a girl you’re not very familiar with, the most important thing is to make her let down her guard, to allow her to accept your closeness. But remember, during this process, you absolutely can’t get handsy or say anything too outlandish. Think about it, if you haven’t even gotten close with the girl and you start touching her hand or kissing her lips, what would others think of you? You’ve got to take it step by step, Rome wasn’t built in a day…”

Han Yifan habitually rattled off a bunch, then sighed, “People like you wouldn’t talk nonsense or get handsy, would you?”

Bo Yan’s hand holding the glass trembled slightly.

Not only had he talked nonsense (about sleeping together as husband and wife), he had also gotten handsy (touched, hugged, and kissed), hitting the mark on every count…