She was there carefully examining, but Bo Yanching inexplicably brought his legs together and pulled Nan Jiaojiao's arm to tug her up.
He didn't manage to pull her up, weak in strength, but at least Nan Jiaojiao finally looked up at him, "What's up?"
Bo Yanching glanced down, "It's killing me."
"Where does it hurt?" Nan Jiaojiao got nervous instantly.
"I mean," Bo Yanching said slowly, "you staring at my… legs, it's killing me."
"I was just looking at your legs, not at…"
That.
Sometimes, Nan Jiaojiao hated how quickly she understood.
One had to be a certain someone's expression to confirm her thoughts further.
She felt so embarrassed, covering Bo Yanching's eyes with her hand, "You, you should save some face."
Bo Yanching let out a muffled laugh, his Adam's apple lightly rolled up and down, making a low, shallow sound: "Hmm."
