After the meal, Bo Xiao very consciously took away the cutlery. Hearing the sound of the dishes being washed in the kitchen, An Rao's heart was in turmoil.
How did this happen?
An Rao's mind was filled with a lot of things, so she did not notice that Bo Xiao had already come out of the kitchen.
"You've come back to your senses." Bo Xiao waved his hand in front of An Rao. "I've already scrounged for food. Let me sleep here too."
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An Rao's eyes widened. She was shocked by Bo Xiao's magical thinking. "Dream on."
The corners of Bo Xiao's lips curled up. "I'll sleep for a few hours. I have to leave at midnight."
He had originally planned to return to China for a few days, but just as he arrived at the Beijing airport, Continent F called him. It had been too chaotic over there recently, as if someone had deliberately provoked friction between the countries. He had to go back.
