Bo Yanching patted her back, "What's wrong?"
"A bug, there was, there was a bug."
His hand paused, he cupped her chin to make her look up, a rare sight of panic on her usually cool face.
"Afraid of bugs?"
Nan Jiaojiao took a moment to recover, realizing she had lost her composure, she calmly descended from his arms, "Not afraid."
Bo Yanching chuckled teasingly, "Really not afraid?"
Feeling guilty inside, her eyes flitting about erratically, she forcefully asserted, "I'm not afraid!"
Then she climbed the stairs, hands and feet all at once.
This was an unexpected discovery for Bo Yanching.
He grabbed a cup of water and stood there waiting. When two servants came by, he called them to carefully clean the kitchen, inside and out.
After the acupuncture session, it was just in time for lunch, and Nan Jiaojiao was asked to stay for the meal.