As An Rao ate, she could not help but turn to look at Bo Xiao.
It had been more than half a month. In her opinion, Bo Xiao seemed to have become thinner, but he was still as handsome as before.
"What are you looking at?" Bo Xiao knocked An Rao's head. An Rao suddenly covered her head. "I'll be stupid if you knock again."
"So what if you're stupid." Bo Xiao reached out to stroke An Rao's hair again. "You're mine anyway. It's okay to be a little more stupid."
"....."
"Sister, your relationship with Mr. Bo is so good." An Lin ate a bunch of food tastelessly. Although the takeout in front of her was mostly the signature dishes from the Hundred Flavour Hall, she felt that the bunch of home-cooked dishes in front of An Rao was more appetizing.
"We're okay." An Rao turned her head and glanced at Bo Xiao. His familiar fox-like eyes were crafty, but they inexplicably made her feel at ease.
