Nan Jiaojiao playfully punched him, "You should tone it down a bit, you're making me feel really embarrassed."
Bo Yanching took the opportunity to hold her hand, tucking it inside his suit to keep it warm.
After leaving Aunt Zhan's private kitchen, they received a box of pastries as usual. Bo Yanching carried it, and when they got home, Nan Jiaojiao opened it and ate two pieces. She turned on Peppa Pig, keeping the volume slightly low.
Bo Yanching went to take a shower and came out to find her sitting on the carpet under the sofa, leaning over the coffee table to draw her design drafts. She was sitting cross-legged, her pant legs pulled up, and her ankles exposed.
He picked her up, "Why are you sitting on the floor, not even wearing socks?"
"I find it more comfortable to curl up, I'm not cold, so it's fine."
Nan Jiaojiao slid down from the sofa again, sitting back in her previous spot.
