Bo Yan's eyes darkened a few shades, and he lifted Yuran's chin, "Baby, you'd better know what you're doing."
Yuran blinked innocently, pretending not to understand, "Doing what? What did I do?"
"Ha ha, very good..."
Bo Yan rolled over on top of her.
The room was filled with endless springtime...
...
Early the next morning, Bo Nian sat cross-legged at the dining table, waiting for her brother to feed her, while Bo Zhi wore an apron and prepared breakfast in the kitchen. They didn't have servants at home; when they were young, Bo Yan did it, and now Bo Yan and Bo Zhi take turns.
Bo Nian played with the knife and fork in her hand.
She admired her tall-legged brother in the kitchen, clicking her tongue in appreciation as she watched his skillful movements and focused expression. Even his occasional profile looked perfect.
