But at last, Bo Yanching, using a mix of coaxing and trickery, had Nan Jiaojiao sleep in his room, while he himself went to sleep in the guest room next door.
The Old Lady and Bo Qingshan made a scene, but their attempt was unsuccessful, and they subdued themselves eventually.
"Here's a newly opened towel, the toothbrush is new, you can use my toothpaste, and you can wear my pajamas."
Bo Yanching drew water into the bathtub while the room's heater was on. He only wore a shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. From the cabinet above his head, he grabbed a set of new toiletries and bathing supplies, placing them on the low table next to the bathtub. A little farther, on a taller cabinet, lay a set of gray pajamas.
Nan Jiaojiao stood lazily at the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, her eyes partly hidden.
Bo Yanching turned around and just caught her yawning from fatigue.
"Tired?"
