"I don't..."
"Hmm?" Bo Yanching lowered his voice, his Adam's apple moving up and down, not a single extra word uttered, just a sound from his nose.
Nan Jiaojiao suddenly curled up her hands and feet.
Suddenly changed her mind: "I'm not sure."
"Okay," Bo Yanching smiled, "then I'll wait and see."
His hand patted her back again, and when he straightened up, he pressed down a bit.
The sofa was very soft, and with this movement, it sunk into a depression.
And the back of the sofa wasn't high, at most reaching her back. Nan Jiaojiao was leaning comfortably and almost flipped over from the indentation he pressed down.
Bo Yanching held her.
His hand spread open, supporting her back and pushed her forward slightly.
Once Nan Jiaojiao sat steadily, he released his hand again.
Both reckless and restrained.
Making it impossible for her to even get mad.
Bo Yanching watched her little expressions, his lips gently curled, and when he turned toward Ye Jun, the smile flattened again.
