Bo Yanching turned to look at her, "What's wrong?"
Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, "Aren't you going to ask?"
"Hmm?"
"I will attract assassins, aren't you curious about who I really am?"
Bo Yanching stared at her unblinkingly, a momentary look of confusion flashed across his eyes, followed slowly by a rise of joy.
He led Nan Jiaojiao out of the elevator.
"If I asked, would you tell me?"
Nan Jiaojiao hesitated for a moment, "I can't talk about it now, I signed a non-disclosure agreement when I left that place."
"Then don't speak of it."
Bo Yanching, with his arm around her, walked out of the lobby. Without the warmth of the heating, a gust of cold wind hit them face-on. Instinctively, he turned his body to block the wind, pulling Nan Jiaojiao into his embrace for protection.
Nan Jiaojiao leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, always steady, without a hint of chaos. Her fingers involuntarily clutched at his clothes.
"Bo Yanching."
She called out softly.
