Bo Yanching leaned back slightly to avoid her, his chin wasn't bumped, but his clothes weren't spared. He took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, then folded it to clean the cream off his shirt.
"Hungry?"
"Not hungry, I ate a lot tonight, I just felt like eating."
The box was almost empty, she smacked her lips and put it down, "Forget it, I don't want to eat anymore."
Bo Yanching casually threw it in the trash, then lifted Nan Jiaojiao up, crossed his legs, and placed her back on his lap.
"If you ask, I'll tell."
He was referring to what Gao Zhe said when he called him away.
Bo Yanching was normally tight-lipped, but he always had no boundaries in front of Nan Jiaojiao.
She wasn't stupid, the hint was obvious, of course, she understood it.
But she didn't ask, just nestled against his chest, snuggling into a comfortable position, with her nose pressed between the two buttons of his shirt, her brows furrowing immediately.
"You drank."
"A little."
