Nan Jiaojiao suddenly looked up.
Something about her body felt off.
Every time he asked her like this, he was up to no good.
Nan Jiaojiao didn't play coy; she moved in close proactively, ready to untie the sash tied around the waist of his robe.
Bo Yanching caught her hand and pulled her into his embrace, holding her waist, "I'm tired, we'll talk about it tonight."
Nan Jiaojiao: "..."
She felt both angry and annoyed, "You're tricking me!"
Bo Yanching chuckled softly, "Be good, I still have to go to work. If I were to pamper you, I might not even make it out the door today."
Nan Jiaojiao remembered the first time he cooked for her, carrying groceries from the ground floor to upstairs and holding her affectionately, he'd said that his time wasn't that short.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt both ashamed and angry. She kicked him in the shin and got out of bed, not wanting to use the same bathroom as him to freshen up, she directly closed the door behind her.
