Nan Jiaojiao was puzzled.
Clearly, he was only using one hand to prop against the wardrobe behind her, seemingly leaving lots of gaps, yet no matter how she tried to dodge, she couldn't escape.
Nan Jiaojiao simply stopped trying to run, leaning back against the cabinet door. With her legs bent and knees pressing against his shins, her height was reduced to level with his chest, making her look up at him in an adorably naive way.
Bo Yanching's lips twitched, unable to hold back, he turned his head and chuckled.
"Little trickster!"
He gave a low curse and straightened up.
Nan Jiaojiao suddenly felt her view instantly widen.
She held up her nightgown and waved it at him, "I'm going to change."
Bo Yanching: "Not changing here?"
Nan Jiaojiao rolled her eyes at him and swiftly went into the bathroom.
By the time she emerged, the bedroom was already rid of the man's presence.
Bo Yanching was serving the stewed tomato beef brisket from the stove.
