In the man's unblinking eyes, a reflection of Nan Jiaojiao's smug little expression sparkled with secret joy.
He gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his voice carrying a hint of a playful tease, "We should mind some decorum, but you sneaking into my room is different from me sneaking into yours."
Nan Jiaojiao sank into the pillow, "How is it different?"
"You stay proper, let me handle the improper things."
Nan Jiaojiao laughed, "Bo Yanching, you're really so boring..."
Bo Yanching pinched her, stopping her from finishing the word, "Do you have any spare sheets here?"
Nan Jiaojiao was no longer amused, "Are you serious?"
He let out a light chuckle, "I've already climbed the window, I could've been all virtuous tonight, but you just had to tempt me, so now what do we do?"
