Bo Yanching didn't dodge, his body didn't even turn, allowing her to pinch him, knowing that after two pinches, her little hands would retract on their own.
Nan Jiaojiao couldn't manage to demand more noodles for herself; her little temper had long dissolved under the continuous temptation of the fragrance.
The first bite was hot, she picked a few strands of noodles, and just as she was about to purse her lips to blow on them, Bo Yanching leaned in to help her blow. Nan Jiaojiao didn't back away, and their heads were so close, their mouths almost touched!
"Alright, eat up."
Nan Jiaojiao smiled at him and lowered her head to slurp a mouthful.
She picked a small amount, but the lower part was still submerged in the soup. She bit it off, and the broken strands, along with new ones, were picked up again. While chewing and not yet swallowing, she blew on the noodles and fed them to Bo Yanching.
He didn't mind at all, opening his mouth to bite and then slurping down the noodles.
