After all the commotion, it was late at night.
If Bo Yanching hadn't been considerate of her health, how could he have let her go so easily?
He waited for Nan Jiaojiao to fall asleep before carefully lifting the blanket, planning to get out of bed, when his fingers were caught.
Bo Yanching turned his head to look, as Nan Jiaojiao snuggled up to him, rubbing her face against his waist and abdomen, and he had no choice but to lean back against the headboard, flipping the pillow to prop against his back.
She was asleep, having gone to bed late after all the fuss, snoring as she lay on him.
Bo Yanching wanted to test if she could wake up, so he leaned in close and whispered, "Who am I?"
"Adulterer."
"..." He really didn't need to ask that question!
Not giving up, he asked again, "Who is it?"
"It's Uncle San."
As she lay in his arms, calling him with such a difference in seniority gave Bo Yanching a sense of guilt, even making his voice quieter as he asked again, "Who?"