Nan Jiaojiao lifted her eyelids, but couldn't keep them open, too sleepy, and closed them again.
Bo Yanching didn't disturb her, he was also tired and held her as they both took a nap.
By the time they woke up, it was already almost eleven o'clock.
Bo Yanching looked at the cuddly person in his arms, the smile at the corner of his lips never faded, one of his arms was still used as her pillow, slightly sore, yet he carefully extended it out, embracing her along with the blanket, caressing her gently and patting her softly a few times.
He seldom slept until this time.
Even if he dealt with work all night and didn't have enough rest, he could wake up at six in the morning, his body had long adapted to a fixed routine, almost like a machine.
But now that she was in his arms, he became greedy and didn't want to get up.
At this point, everything outside must be in total disarray.