Bo Jinghan was wondering, how could such a warm face be capable of something like enticing a married man?
"Bo Jinghan, why are you sitting here alone?" Qiao Mu asked with a faint smile.
The voice resembled a boy who hadn't yet gone through voice change, delicate and slightly deep, extremely pleasant.
Bo Jinghan felt like he was bewitched; he resented Qiao Mu's actions, yet was irresistibly drawn to him.
He felt like the two little people inside him were fighting.
"What's wrong?" Qiao Mu saw Bo Jinghan hadn't said anything, so he asked again, "Are you homesick?"
"Yes, a little." Bo Jinghan nodded.
He couldn't reveal the truth, so he just went along with it.
Qiao Mu approached him, gently patting him on the shoulder, "Get used to it. You've only been in the military for a few months, and there'll be plenty more days like this. You'll get used to it gradually!"
"Are you used to it?"
Qiao Mu rolled his eyes in a circle and then shrugged, "Fairly used to it."
