"Mmm. I miss you," Qin Jian said with a smile.
"Yeah right!" An Hao laughed, feigning annoyance, "You're not even blushing when you say that, we almost see each other every day, and you still claim you miss me!"
"Who says you can't miss someone you see every day?" Qin Jian suddenly turned over to sit up, took the towel from her hands, and gently dried her hair.
With her eyes closed, An Hao enjoyed his attentiveness and asked, "Normally, dad would drag you into playing chess until well into the night, how come he let you come up so early today?"
"That's because I kept winning against the old man before. That's why he was clinging onto me!" Today, seeing An Hao had come up, he wanted to spend some quality time with her, so he deliberately lost a round to his father on purpose.
Ning Yibin, rarely winning a game, was in such a good mood that he took his victory and ended it there, so Qin Jian was able to come up early today.
