Nan Jiaojiao watched him without blinking, her fingers gently caressing the man's nose and cheek, slowly moving around his neck, lightly pressing against his Adam's apple.
"I'm so moved."
She tried to look deeply affectionate, but without any lighting, it was hard to set the mood; and with her straightforward nature, suddenly acting sentimental seemed kind of theatrical.
It immediately made Bo Yanching laugh, "Stop pulling that on me; you beat and kick me all the time, I've never seen you feeling sorry."
Nan Jiaojiao was surprised, "When did I do that?!"
"Shall I prove it to you?"
Bo Yanching quickly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it down over one shoulder to show her the bruise the size of a baby's fist on his arm.
