"explain."
Nanxi rolled her eyes at him and said, "Bodyguard."
"What bodyguards are together all day long?"
"Personal bodyguard."
“How did you put it on?”
"Are you done yet?" Nan Xirun glared at him, closing her eyes in anger. "Baru, if you keep doing this, I really don't even want to talk to you."
"I'm jealous, Nan Xiaoxi." The man approached with grievance, stretched out his hands to pull her into his arms, and rested his chin on the top of her head.
Nanxi's nose tip was pressed against his protruding Adam's apple, and she could clearly feel the strong resonance coming from his chest.
"You came to Yangon for several days and spent every day with him, talking and laughing. I was so jealous. Listen, my heart is broken..."
Nanxi was a little mad. He really was...unbearable to watch...
"So what do you want?"
"Send him away, and I'll be your bodyguard, a proper personal bodyguard, the kind that sticks close to you."
"Can you please speak properly?" Nanxi was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"Come home with me, my dear. I don't want to be separated from you for even a minute now." Baru's big hands on her back tightened again and again. "Nan Xiaoxi, don't leave me again. It hurts..."
It was the first time that Nanxi heard this word from the mouth of a man as strong as a beast. She felt mixed emotions in her heart. She pursed her lips and blinked her sore eyes, unable to utter a word of refusal.
"Baru, I want to see my dad. Can you help me find out where he is?" She took the man's fingers and placed them in her palm.
"I've thought it through. Since you're here, why should I need that useless Qiang? I'll just stay at home and you go run errands for me and help me check." She knew that all of Baru's anxieties and worries were due to his insecurity in this relationship. He always felt that he didn't need him and would leave at any time.
"Okay!" The man's black eyes were shining with surprise. Is his Nan Xiaoxi finally willing to open her heart to him?
"But let me tell you in advance, I'm a bit stubborn and stubborn, I have a bad temper, and I'm not easy to support. You have to think it over carefully." Her nasal voice was sweet and melodious, like a clear spring hitting a rock, directly striking Balu's heart that was about to jump out of his chest.
"I don't know your style. Don't worry, I can support you."
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