Qin Yiren felt a pang of emotion in her heart when she heard what he said. She raised her hand to touch the man's face. "Jingxing, I won't have any more accidents."
Bo Jinghang held her hand, his dark eyes deeply gazing at her small face. "Xiaoqian, don't leave me."
A few simple words, gentle and irresistible.
"...Mm."
Qin Yiren smiled shyly and then remembered something else. "Are you really planning to take me back to the Bo Family?"
"Tomorrow morning." Bo Jinghang brought her hand to his lips for a kiss, warmly and appropriately asking, "My father and sister would like to invite you for lunch. Would you give them the honor, please?"
With his words put in this way, Qin Yiren couldn't find the words to refuse.
Thinking about the meeting tomorrow, she yawned a bit tiredly. "I'm going to sleep now, Jingxing. Let Auntie come earlier in the morning; I want her to help me change clothes."
"No problem."
