"Why so suddenly delicate?" Bo Yanching said as he purposely lowered his head to look at her.
"If you don't want to hold me, I can get down too."
Though she said that, she was quite skilled at leaning on his chest, showing no intention of actually getting down.
Bo Yanching teased her, "You got up but still want to go down, what kind of dream are you having?"
Nan Jiaojiao laughed in his embrace, "A beautiful one, guess what it is."
Bo Yanching pinched the soft flesh around her waist gently. Nan Jiaojiao, ticklish, dodged slightly and accidentally pulled at her wound, crying out in pain, "Be gentle."
If the White Fox and the others were here, they'd be shocked.
Carrying a bomb to blow up the enemy's nest and nearly getting burned, she hadn't even frowned, yet this little injury made her scream as if her bones were broken.
She really was exceptionally delicate.
