"Mm!"
Bo Yan nodded, acknowledging her. Yuran felt a headache coming on, realizing there were no slippers for Bo Yan to wear, which made the atmosphere awkward again.
This time, however, Bo Yan didn't say anything. Just like before, he entered wearing only his socks. Yuran quickly followed him and deliberately served him a bowl of bird's nest porridge in the kitchen.
Placing it in front of him, "Seventh Brother, did you just come back?"
"No," replied Bo Yan, taking the porridge and glancing at the girl's face, "How did the competition turn out?"
Upon mentioning this, Yuran perked up a bit, picked up the tablet from the couch, tilted her body slightly, and leaned in his direction. It was an unintentional move, but it distracted Bo Yan a bit.
He fixated on the girl's earlobes, close enough to touch and jade-like, the color intensity increasing in his eyes.
