With a slight raise of his eyes, he glanced at the clothes rack purposefully, "Go change into it, let me see."
Nan Jiaojiao quickly covered her stomach, "I ate too much, can't digest, I feel a bit unwell."
Bo Yanching didn't buy her excuse, he picked her up sideways and walked inside, "I can help you change."
"I have a little belly, it won't look good on me."
"A little rub and it'll be gone."
Nan Jiaojiao tugged at his collar, her small face half hidden beneath the collar of the man's shirt. She poked at a button, resting it against her face, shyly glancing upward, "So embarrassing, why do you insist I wear it?"
Bo Yanching tossed her up slightly, hugging her closer into his arms. He bent down, lightly touching her forehead with his, "Because it's too beautiful, and every side of you is something I don't want to miss."
Nan Jiaojiao's face grew even hotter, and she jumped down from his embrace, "I'll wear it, but you're not allowed to record."
