Bo Yanching stood behind her, and just as Nan Jiaojiao turned around, she plunged into his arms. As she tried to step back, Bo Yanching supported her waist, helping her to steady herself.
"How did you come up here?"
The hand Bo Yanching had placed at the side of her waist tightened slightly, pulling her into his embrace, his broad shoulders shadowing most of the warm light in the cloakroom.
The man's deep and mellow voice, akin to the obscurity that shrouded Nan Jiaoiao's vision.
"Is there nothing you need to explain to me?"
Nan Jiaojiao tilted her head slightly, looking at the man's short and neat hair.
She immediately thought of the incident today when she was besieged by reporters.
With a hint of wishful thinking, "I haven't seen you yet, would have told you when I got home."
Bo Yanching stood up, his dark eyes fixed on her, "Are you sure you wouldn't have confessed if I hadn't asked?"
