He stood up and pulled the young girl down the stairs.
Jiang Yaoyao thought they were finally going to return to the hotel, but when they reached the edge of the field, Bo Jinlan suddenly said, "Do you want to go for a run?"
After speaking, he released his fingers, "I'll give you a thirty-nine-meter head start. You run first, and I'll chase you."
"Bo Jinlan, you're so childish!" Jiang Yaoyao didn't want to run.
She was about to freeze to death!
Isn't it nice to lie in the warm bed of the presidential suite in the hotel and binge-watch TV shows?
Why should she be running in the field against the cold wind in the middle of the night?
Bo Jinlan just smiled, "Are you going to run?"
Jiang Yaoyao lifted her little chin, "I'm not!"
"Then I'll run, and you chase me," Bo Jinlan said, his eyes narrowing slightly, "If Yaoyao catches me, I'll give you a Christmas gift."
Done with the talk, he took off his coat and scarf, tossed them casually by the track, and took off running.
