Chapter 1150: Give Me Some Time

In these situations, anyone who knows how to read the room usually keeps quiet, but Nan Jiaojiao just stared at him for a while.

“Are you feeling sad?”

Bo Yanching’s expression wasn’t very clear, and his breathing slightly deepened.

After a pause, he responded in a low voice, “Yeah.”

His voice was so deep, and the hand wrapped around her waist transmitted a burning heat through her clothes.

Nan Jiaojiao lay on her side, her face snuggling against his shoulder, clearly hearing the sound of his heartbeat.

Its rhythm was normal, but it still felt oppressive.

“Then let me hold you, comfort you.”

Nan Jiaojiao tried to sit up, but as soon as she moved, the lounge chair swayed a few times.

Bo Yanching’s toe tapped the ground just in time, and only then did the rocking chair settle again.

He pinched her waist, “Don’t move.”

“Okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao stayed put, obediently leaning back.

“Then talk to me, what’s on your mind?”

Bo Yanching looked down at the person in his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head.

He hadn’t shaved, and his short stubble scratched Nan Jiaojiao, making her feel a little hurt, also a bit ticklish.

She shyly dodged slightly, then leaned back again.

Bo Yanching clearly had things on his mind; otherwise, he wouldn’t have failed to notice her discomfort.

Sometimes he would prickle her with his stubble, but every time Nan Jiaojiao would push him away, refusing to let him near if he hadn’t shaved.

Nan Jiaojiao was ready to hear his many confessions, but after a long silence, he suddenly asked, “Are you hungry?

Han Che bought some snacks, do you want to go look for some?”

Nan Jiaojiao was momentarily stunned, raising her head quickly, “I was waiting for you to cry with me, and you’re asking if I’m hungry?”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow, pinching her cheek, “Since when am I that upset?

I’m an adult, it’s not like I can’t handle things.

I’d never dump that pressure on you.”

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, “Really, nothing to say to me?”

Bo Yanching looked at her without blinking, “Not at the moment.”

“Then why are you sitting here?”

“Didn’t I tell you?

I couldn’t sleep, so I came out for some fresh air.

I even took my cigarettes out, but Xu Shu reminded me not to smoke lately, so I’m just sitting here, clearing my mind.”

Nan Jiaojiao stared at him intently, as if trying to figure something out.

Bo Yanching let her look, his lips slightly curved, his gaze rested on her, his deep-set eyes full of her, gentle enough to squeeze water from.

“Forget it.”

Nan Jiaojiao leaned back against his arm, “Tell me when you’re ready to talk, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Yeah.” He responded softly, never letting her have the last word.

“It’s not that I don’t want to talk, I just haven’t figured it out yet.

Sweetie, give me some time.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s brow twitched, wanting to look at him, but she held back.

The tone of his voice made her heart skip a beat, stirring something inside her, as she wrapped her arms around his waist, her right hand resting on his belly.

He lifted the blanket higher to cover her hand.

The balcony was quite cold indeed, and it wasn’t long before Nan Jiaojiao was covered in goosebumps.

She said nothing, but inched closer to him, Bo Yanching patted her, “Go inside and sleep, I can’t hold you right now, you’ll have to go on your own.”

“Are you still going to sit here?”

“No, let’s go to sleep together.”

Only then did Nan Jiaojiao get up, she stood beside him and pulled him up, bringing over the cane for him to lean on.

She instinctively wanted to support him, both hands just lifted, Bo Yanching glanced at her right hand also wrapped in bandages.

She instinctively lowered her right hand, using only her left hand to support him.