"Third Brother!"
Song Yuan was too anxious and blurted it out.
The two of them looked over at her; Song Yuan kept her eyes fixed only on Bo Yanching, trying her best to ignore the man's hand still wrapped around Nan Jiaojiao's waist, the touch blatantly flirtatious and teasing.
She rolled her wheelchair over, forcing out a smile. "I was thirsty, so I came out to get some water. I heard sounds over here, turns out it's you two."
Bo Yanching asked mildly, "Still not asleep?"
Song Yuan pressed her lips together, sounding a little shy. "Not yet. I'm pretty used to staying at Grandma's, it's just… I miss my parents so much…"
"I'll buy you a ticket, you can fly back first thing in the morning?"
With that one line, Bo Yanching pushed back all the pretentious things she'd been about to say.
Buy what ticket!
Can he really not hear what she's implying?
