Nan Jiaojiao wanted to get a bit sentimental, and Bo Yanching was willing to go along with her. But as she spoke, she couldn't continue. He caught her hand and pressed it against his lips, "How's that?"
She looked up, leaned closer to him, "Sorry, I'm quite reluctant to die."
After all, no one else could kill her, and she was afraid of the pain if she did it herself.
Bo Yanching hadn't expected that. He just felt she was serious for a few seconds and then started goofing around again, even joking about such a matter, making him want to bite her.
But before he had time to act, Nan Jiaojiao suddenly let out a sigh, "But I think I might end up living like a widow for the rest of my life."
Bo Yanching's brow twitched violently, "You're young, how can you be sure you won't meet someone in the future?"
Nan Jiaojiao seriously studied his face, looking more worried, "Finding someone better looking than you would be really hard."
