"Who are you going to pounce on?" Bo Yanching immediately looked up, his gaze glancing down at her, his deep voice full of threat.
Nan Jiaojiao didn't dare to look up, but she could feel his movements, reaching out to touch his face, and then pushed him back onto the sofa armrest, whispering, "Pounce on you."
"Alright!"
Bo Yanching picked her up and headed towards the bedroom. Nan Jiaojiao gave him a light punch, "I haven't finished watching my cartoon yet!"
"What's there to watch? Look at me, your husband!"
Nan Jiaojiao opened his robe with both hands, fiercely glaring at him, "Young man, I'm warning you to put me down, otherwise, you won't be able to handle the consequences."
"Ha!"
Bo Yanching gave her a dismissive smile, not even bothering to slap her hand away.
