Actually, Bo Yanching looks really good when he smokes.
She herself is a little fan, and wouldn't want to miss out on this kind of benefit.
"Really?" Bo Yanching asked.
She nodded vigorously, "Absolutely, you should smoke."
Bo Yanching always feels like he's being teased, coaxed and tricked by her. The cigarette in his hand wasn't extinguished, he picked it up, put it to his mouth, and took a puff.
Nan Jiaojiao lay on her side, her hand under the pillow, the pillow puffed up against her face. She lazily squirmed and asked, "What did Grandpa say to you?"
"He agreed to our marriage."
Nan Jiaojiao laughed twice, "Come on, he wouldn't do that. He won't stop making things difficult for you for at least ten days. If you're trying to coax me, you should at least find out what kind of temper the old man in my family has."
