Nan Jiaojiao tugged at his sleeve, gently shaking it.
Bo Yanching found it awkward to shake her off, but keeping her close made his words lack any strength. The words meant to scare her were on the tip of his tongue but he swallowed them back down.
"Alright, be careful."
"Okay."
Nan Jiaojiao handed him the cup. He took out the tea bag and threw it away, washed the cup clean, then held her hand and led her into the bedroom.
"Do you want to wash yourself or should I help you?"
His question was particularly serious. Nan Jiaojiao couldn't be bothered to look at his expression. She secretly pinched his palm, grabbed her clothes, and went into the bathroom by herself.
…
Nan Jiaojiao presented the invitation and smoothly entered the banquet hall.
She called Lin Shuyun, but the call was hung up. When she dialed again, it was the same result.
"What are you doing here?"
