Bo Yanching was amused by her, "I've eaten them, ate them at the old house. I brought back all those pastries of yours; eat them by tomorrow at the latest, or I'll throw them away when I get back in the evening if they're not finished."
"Don't!"
Nan Jiaojiao wanted to snuggle up to him and act cute, but at the moment, with her round body, even a slight movement made her feel like her stomach was turning over. So she just lay there, lightly shaking his little finger, "I can finish them."
Bo Yanching pointed at her hand, "Let go of my hand."
Nan Jiaojiao really did let go.
He stood up and left.
Nan Jiaojiao grumbled unhappily, "Really, once you get something, you don't cherish it, men, huh."
Bo Yanching poured a cup of hot water, stuffed it into her hand, sat down next to her, and put his arm across the back of the sofa above her head, "Mutter what, say it louder so I can hear."
"Having you is my blessing!"
She changed her tune pretty fast.
