Chapter 116: Who the Hell Are You Cursing to Grow Old Together

Nan Jiaojiao was kissed until she felt dizzy and disoriented for a moment, as Bo Yanching’s mouth moved from behind her ear to her neck, biting her as if in punishment, before lifting her up.

He lifted her by gripping around her waist, causing Nan Jiaojiao’s body to arch uncontrollably backward to the point of almost breaking.

Bo Yanching pulled her back into his arms, kissing her along the way, and placed her on the sofa, then reached up to grope the wall until he found the switch and pressed it.

The room went pitch black.

The cold clarity in Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes seemed to shatter, blending into her pupils; she briefly widened her eyes, enduring the tingling, tickling sensation that approached pleasure, and cupped Bo Yanching’s face.

“Uncle San, what are you doing?”

As soon as she spoke, she couldn’t believe herself, how breathless she sounded.

In the darkness, the man’s expression was hard to see clearly, his features seemed to be buried in the dark, but his eyes, wolf-like, stared at her, his barely audible breathing wafted upon her; he brushed aside one of Nan Jiaojiao’s hands and pressed it onto the armrest of the sofa.

He bowed his head, his nose touching hers.

His voice was dark and frightening, “What do you think?”

Nan Jiaojiao shook her head, very lightly at first, then more vigorously, her lips barely touching each other, “This isn’t right, this isn’t right.”

“Which part isn’t right?”

Bo Yanching lifted up her clothes, the calluses in his palm grazed half-circle around her waist, his hand reaching around from behind her; her waist was indeed slim, he could grasp it with just one hand.

“Come on, tell me again, who are you going to marry?”

“Shen Shichu.”

Bo Yanching kissed her.

“With whom?”

“She—”

He kissed her again, this time barely pulling away before pressing his lips against hers again, the next kiss a bit more forceful.

“What is our relationship?”

“Long—”

The word “generation” was fiercely swallowed into his mouth.

Nan Jiaojiao squirmed uncomfortably upward, her head rubbing against the back of the sofa, managing to create some distance between them, her eyes resentfully staring at him, biting her lip as if there was nothing she could do about him.

“So what are we doing right now?” Bo Yanching pressed her closely.

She took a deep breath, “An affair.”

“Very clever.”

Bo Yanching tapped her lightly with a laugh, but the laughter sounded chilling, subtly laced with ferocity, “Then, if you dare get married, you should be prepared to maintain this relationship with me for a lifetime.”

Nan Jiaojiao instantly snapped out of it.

She turned her head slightly to dodge, a few strands of hair falling onto her face, giving a sense of fractured coldness; the words tumbled around in her mouth, but when she spoke out, the voice was still fragmented and delicate, “It won’t be for a lifetime, you will eventually meet a woman suited for you, get married, have children, and grow old together.”

Bo Yanching slightly rose, a thin sneer crossing his dark gaze, “Who the hell are you cursing to grow old together?”

Nan Jiaojiao was shocked, it was the first time she heard Bo Yanching swear.

The face she had turned away was forcefully brought back, his kisses came fast and dense, this time even stifling the possibility of her speaking.

Her mind was a blur, more so, upon hearing the sentence whispered by her ear, “If you dare get married, I dare to steal you away, just try it.”

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly clung tightly to Bo Yanching’s shoulders, her entire body shaking uncontrollably, in his hands as if she were crushed catkin.

Eventually, they did not go all the way.

The reason being, Nan Jiaojiao wouldn’t cross certain boundaries at such a sensitive time, unable to overcome the mental barrier.

As for Bo Yanching, physically tense as he was, he was still able to call a halt in the nick of time.

Probably because he cared about his face.

But when desire isn’t vented, someone always suffers.