He tossed the tissue into the wastebasket.
Without looking at her, he said, "Not suitable."
"You..."
Bo Yanching took the chopsticks from her hand and, along with the bowl, carried them into the kitchen.
Nan Jiaojiao's face darkened.
She wished she could slap herself.
Even though she knew she couldn't resist his charm, she pretended to be reserved at first, letting him block her with words and making her seem desperate.
Nan Jiaojiao was angry, and in her anger, she didn't help with the dishes. She grabbed a bag of chips from the shopping bag, plopped down on the sofa, and turned up the TV volume, listening to a whole episode. The sound was a bit jarring, so she slyly turned it down a bit.
The second episode required payment, and Nan Jiaojiao leaned back against the sofa and shouted toward the kitchen, "Bo Yanching, your TV needs money, I can't watch cartoons!"
"Come here." Although she couldn't see him from the kitchen door, his voice was clear.
