Bo Yanching was slightly startled at first, then he took the initiative to meet her halfway.
He had never met such a foolish girl before.
Bo Yanching cradled her face, his kisses growing lighter, his fingers threading through her hair, slowly pulling them out and gently rubbing her earlobe.
Nan Jiaojiao leaned softly against his shoulder, her eyes lazily half-closed, "Does it still hurt?"
"It hurts."
Bo Yanching laughed, "If it keeps hurting, we won't make it out of this door."
"Then why aren't you leaving?"
Bo Yanching glanced over her cartoon pajamas, "Don't you need me to take you?"
"Chu Yao lives just downstairs."
Mentioning this, Nan Jiaojiao felt a bit annoyed. Ever since she was young, Chu Yao had loved to pinch her face, and even now, without her baby fat, she still pinched it.
