Nan Jiaojiao isn't the type to have patience. There are a lot of clothes in the dressing room, but she only pushed open two wardrobes, glanced briefly, and picked out a plain cyan-colored Chinese-style long dress, its long sleeves with a layer of thin gauze perfectly covering the injury on her arm.
When she went out, Bo Yanching had just finished his tasks, tossing a tea bag into the cup, but before he could pour the hot water, she came in.
Bo Yanching looked at her from head to toe, "Already done?"
"Does it take long to pick an outfit?"
Bo Yanching knew all too well her laziness, so he spoke some flattering words: "You look beautiful, the dress looks beautiful, tonight my girl is going to overshadow everyone."
"Actually, I quite indulge in your flattery!"
Nan Jiaojiao trotted over and snuggled into his arms, looking up at him, "But don't call me 'my girl' when we're outside."
