When she awoke, the first sentence she dared to tease her with.
A trace of fierceness flashed across Nan Jiaojiao's eyes.
She punched him in the helmet, knocking him out cold.
Unperturbed, Nan Jiaojiao found his phone, dialed 120, gave the location, and walked away with a swish of her hand.
By the time she got home, the sky had already turned dimly bright.
She had planned to take a shower in the guest room and then quietly slip back into Bo Yanching's arms. As she passed the master bedroom, she noticed a faint light seeping through the half-closed door.
Had she left the light on?
Pushing the door open, the bedside lamp was on, casting shadows and light upon the man sitting by the bed.
Covered in a blanket up to his midriff, with a cigarette pinched between his fingertips, Bo Yanching had just taken a drag when he heard the door open; the cigarette hung loosely from his lips as he squinted over.
"You're back?"
