His attitude was so resolute that Qin Yiren couldn't refuse at all.
The next day.
Qin Yiren woke up in the guest room. Thinking of Bo Jinghang inviting his elder sister over today, her mood instantly became a bit nervous.
She stayed in bed for a moment, vaguely hearing people talking outside the door.
Could it be?
The sister has already arrived?
Frustrated, she propped herself up on her arms, biting her lip lightly in distress, and sat up from the bed, hastily wiping her face with a wet towel from the bedside table, feeling completely unprepared mentally, utterly awkward.
Soon, someone knocked on the door, and a clear, gentle voice asked softly, "Xiaoqian, are you awake?"
"Hmm!"
Qin Yiren showed the smile she had prepared in advance, pinching the blanket with her slender fingers, acting nonchalant as she said, "Please come in."
As if detecting the tension in her voice, Bo Jinghang chuckled softly.
