"Awake?"
Nan Jiaojiao seldom sees him drunk; he has a good tolerance for alcohol, but Bo Yanching rarely lets his drunkenness show on his face. His voice is raspy, and his eyes slightly squinted when he looks at her; he's genuinely drunk.
"How much did you drink?"
Bo Yanching raised the bottle to show her.
"A little, it's nothing."
"Come over."
He reached out to hold her hand, and Nan Jiaojiao placed her hand in his palm, letting him pull her to his side. He used the tip of his foot to hook over a cushion and put it next to him for her to sit on, saying, "Stay with Dad for a while."
It's better he didn't say that; as soon as he did, Nan Jiaojiao felt a bit awkward.
She placed her hand next to her mouth and leaned in toward him. Bo Yanching instinctively lowered his shoulder to listen to what she had to say.
"I'm tongue-tied, not very good with words, and if any inappropriate words come out of my mouth, Dad will be upset."
