"Only for you."
Bo Jinghang smiled gently, pulling back slightly to look at her, and continued in a comforting tone, "Xiaoqian, are you still scared now?"
Qin Yiren shook her head repeatedly, her cheeks burning with a heat that could fry an egg.
Needless to say, everything Bo Jinghang did gave her immense security...
At this moment.
Even if scenes from a horror movie played out in real life, and there really were ghosts in the villa, she wouldn't care one bit.
"That's good." Bo Jinghang curled his lips and brought up the previous suggestion again, "We won't have electricity until tomorrow afternoon. How about we stay somewhere else? The nearest hotel is only half an hour away."
"No need." Qin Yiren shook her head, declined, and stood up. She fumbled into the bathroom and brought out a towel, then sat beside Bo Jinghang and carefully wiped his hair, "It's very cold outside; you'll get a cold."
