Bo Yanqing's eyes widened in surprise, followed immediately by a hint of delight emerging deep within. It slowly filled his eyes before quietly receding, his lips curving slightly upwards.
The little girl knew how to stir emotions.
Especially those invisible provocations that were the most effective.
Perhaps truly tired, Bo Yanqing soon fell asleep, and even in his dreams, he was enveloped by her lingering fragrance.
When he woke up again, the sky outside the window had truly darkened.
Nan Jiaojiao had unknowingly drawn the heavy curtains outside, leaving the light veil inside partially covering the window. The gentle breeze subtly stirred it, behind the sheer white was the gloomy sky.
Bo Yanqing exhaled, and just as he was about to speak, he turned his gaze and saw Nan Jiaojiao sitting on the sofa.
