"Bo Yanching, there's no antidote for that drug, don't you know?"
The man's throat tightened, "I know."
"Didn't you call me over with that intention?"
She really doesn't know what subtlety means.
He indeed had that thought.
But seeing her made him regret it.
He hadn't even coaxed her back, sleeping with her first—what's the difference between him and a beast?
"Yes, I did."
Nan Jiaojiao scrunched her nose, "It's good to admit it directly."
She wasn't being sarcastic, but rather a bit teasing.
Bo Yanching didn't quite understand; since she came back, she had been avoiding him a lot. The time she stabbed him weighed on her mind, and she would dodge whenever she saw him.
Why is she being so proactive now?
Nan Jiaojiao caught his confusion and directly asked, "If I accidentally took the drug, would you take care of me?"
"I would." He didn't even hesitate.
