Just like a teasing cat stick, teasing Nan Jiaojiao, who was never quite tame, to become more and more agitated, she pulled him down, bumped into him, and was about to bite.
Bo Yanching dodged away.
He picked her up, weighed her a couple of times, carried her into the room, and even closed the bedroom door.
The next morning, when Nan Jiaojiao woke up, she immediately grabbed her phone to check the time. Luckily, she didn't miss the alarm; luckily, she didn't lose her head over someone last night, and called it quits after a few rounds. Bo Yanching's face was stifled with frustration; Nan Jiaojiao hugged a pillow attempting to sneak away, only for him to pull her back into his arms, where they slept soundly until dawn.
The glow from the phone shone into Bo Yanching's eyes; he frowned impatiently, groped along her hand to find the phone, and tucked it back under the pillow.
"Sleep a bit more."
