If their future lives will be spent together, opportunities will naturally be countless.
Qin Yiren smiled gently, holding the bowl and sipping the soup slowly, the steam rising from the bowl blurred her brows and eyes, making her seem so near, yet so far.
Bo Jinghang's dark eyes were fixed on her, suddenly raised his hand and grasped her wrist, "Xiaoqian."
Qin Yiren looked up at him, once out of the range of the steam, her delicate brows and eyes became clearer, and the gentle smile in her eyes was visible, "Hmm?"
Bo Jinghang's deep-colored eyes flickered, withdrew his hand casually: "No, it's nothing..."
Qin Yiren tilted her head in confusion, biting on her chopsticks while talking to him about Baobao's adorable appearance, and finally stood up to tidy the bowls and chopsticks.
"Good girl, go back to your room to sleep early, let Auntie tidy these up."
