Chapter 697: Love to the Core

Nan Jiaojiao giggled as she caught some snowflakes, smearing them all over his hair, while Bo Yanching let her have her fun, even lowering his head the moment she reached out.

Looking at the white, mottled spots atop his head, she curved her eyes satisfyingly, “It looks great, Uncle Three will still be handsome even when he ages.”

Having snow on his hair only made it look white, but his face remained that of his current age.

She had always coveted Bo Yanching’s good looks, but now he seemed a bit worried, as if his looks were all he had.

And every time she called him “Uncle Three,” it tickled his heart, making him unable to resist pulling her in by the fingers, and wrapping his arm around her to pull her into his embrace.

“Wait another few decades, by then, even if I’m not as handsome when I’m old, you won’t be able to run away.”

“A few decades…”

It sounded so distant when she listened.

“Unwilling?”

“Not really,” Nan Jiaojiao teased him on purpose, “I just think you’ve got a pretty picture in your mind.”

The man’s eyebrows jumped, “What do you mean?”

Of course, it meant that he was self-absorbed.

After decades, it was impossible that she would still be hopelessly in love with his face.

If she could hold on that long, she must truly love him to the core.

“I won’t tell you.”

Nan Jiaojiao tiptoed up, moved in close to his nose, a good distance for a kiss.

Bo Yanching had just turned his head when Nan Jiaojiao dodged away, just as a vendor on a bicycle came by, selling sugar-coated hawthorns.

“I’m going to buy a skewer!

Wait for me!”

Before she even finished her sentence, she ran forward, really chasing after the cart.

Bo Yanching stretched out his hand but couldn’t catch her; his neck still held the warmth of her hug, and the cold wind mixed with snowflakes quickly blew that warmth into the snow.

He hummed a laugh lowly, “Childish temperament!”

Then he casually tucked his hands into his pockets, leisurely following behind her.

Nan Jiaojiao stopped the vendor’s tricycle, chose a malt sugar in the shape of a rabbit, and was about to pay with her phone when she saw the corner of his eye flick to the man flipping through his wallet; he pinched a red bill between two fingers, pulled it out, and handed it to the vendor.

“No need for change.” He was happy to pay more to make his girl happy.

He asked Nan Jiaojiao, “Want to pick another skewer?”

Nan Jiaojiao brandished her rabbit-shaped treat at him, “This is enough; my tongue’s cold.”

“Alright then.”

Bo Yanching picked another skewer, this time of strawberries, from the straw rack.

He turned back to find Nan Jiaojiao and, holding her hand, walked slowly forward.

Not long after, Nan Jiaojiao tugged at him, standing firm, “I’m tired.”

Bo Yanching raised his eyebrows, his gaze coming down soft and indulgently amused as he crouched down, “Climb on yourself.”

“I don’t want a piggyback; I just want to sit for a bit.”

Nan Jiaojiao pointed to a bench a few steps away.

It was covered in a layer of snow.

Bo Yanching stood up, tapped her on the head, “Thinking of using me as a seat cushion?”

“Yeah!” she admitted shamelessly.

So his sitting there would spare her from feeling cold, right?

Bo Yanching decided not to argue with a child.

He sat down first, then pulled Nan Jiaojiao onto his lap, lowering his head to nuzzle her forehead, catching the faint scent of malt sugar.

He turned his head to see a piece of sugar stuck to the corner of her mouth, and he wiped it off.

“Once you finish eating, I’ll call a cab home.

The snow will get heavier later, and it won’t be good to walk.”

“Okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao eyed the strawberries in his hand, “Aren’t you eating?”

“Yes.”

Bo Yanching bit one, and before he could chew, he looked down to find Nan Jiaojiao staring straight at him.