Bo Yanching leaned in, his arm propping against the chair back behind Nan Jiaojiao's head, his shoulder drawing near, casting a large shadow over her. Instinctively, she tried to dodge toward the car door, only to look up and meet the man's laughing eyes.
"What's the matter, angry and embarrassed?"
"Heh."
Bo Yanching's chest vibrated with a chuckle, "You're a loose-tongued girl. If I really get struck by lightning, it would be because of your reckless prayers."
Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him sheepishly, "I was just spouting nonsense. You can't be struck by lightning. If you get struck and something happens to you, what would I do then?"
The man's eyes gathered more laughter, looking at her as if he couldn't get enough.
An ambiguous atmosphere began stealthily to pervade the space. Nan Jiaojiao got goosebumps all over her body, but even with her thick skin, she couldn't indulge in romantic talk with him while being stared at by a little brat.