When Bo Yanching spoke, his breath was so close that the few strands of hair on Nan Jiaojiao's forehead fluttered with his breathing.
His suit had been given to Bo Mu, leaving him with only a shirt. To accommodate the wound on his chest, he had loosened two buttons, and after getting caught in the rain, several patches of his white shirt were wet, roughly revealing the tight waist and abdominal muscles beneath, and the veins protruding on his arms.
He hadn't shaved, a new stubble appearing, and when he lowered his head, it occasionally brushed against Nan Jiaojiao. At this moment, she was encircled in his embrace, her gaze able to peer inside his clothes. From this angle, when he lowered his head, she could vaguely glimpse the hair sticking to the neck, a shallow curve, very alluring.
