Chapter 145: I Want You to Hold Me

Nan Jiaojiao buried her face in the nook of his shoulder and rubbed it.

“Why did you come?”

“I was nearby networking, came to see you.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up as she rubbed, he added, “I did drink, but I didn’t drive.”

His car was parked not far away.

When Nan Jiaojiao looked over, Han Chuan specifically leaned out half his body to wave at her.

Nan Jiaojiao nestled back into the crook of his neck.

“Turn around.”

“Hmm?” The man’s voice was deep and hoarse, dimly alluring.

Nan Jiaojiao tightened her hug around his shoulders, “Turn around, don’t show my face, I need to save face.”

Bo Yanching: “…”

Actually, he needed to save face too.

Yet he complied with her request and turned his body.

“What’s with you tonight, being so clingy?”

Resting in the man’s arms, Nan Jiaojiao blinked; a cold hue slowly spread in her eyes, “Don’t know why, just felt like having you hold me.”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow.

“But you can refuse.”

While she said this, her hands were not behaving, almost choking him out—far from willing to let him go.

He sighed, “Sweetheart, I need to breathe.

I won’t push you away even if you don’t cling so tight.”

“Oh.”

Then she wrapped her legs around him too.

Like a koala, she stuck to him and wouldn’t come down.

After sending her off at noon, Bo Yanching was determined to set boundaries with her, so she wouldn’t think he was at her beck and call, which made him seem too cheap.

But after two drinks, even though he wasn’t tipsy, he lost interest in the schmoozing.

He tuned out everything others said, and after hastily finishing, he headed straight to Feisheng.

He didn’t call her, nor did he expect her to see him from the window, yet he stood under a street lamp, at the most conspicuous spot, following his own desires.

He didn’t expect her to come from behind, though.

Bo Yanching held her for a while, his hand gently patting her back, before finally saying, “Alright, I should get going.”

“Oh.”

Nan Jiaojiao hopped down from his embrace and looked at the tips of her shoes with her head down.

Bo Yanching couldn’t bear to leave.

She was soft and squidgy, like a little dough bun, just a bit too stubborn to utter a single word to make him stay.

“I’m off now.”

He rubbed the top of her head, “Go back and take a nice shower, get a good night’s sleep.”

“Oh,” she responded faintly.

Without looking at him, but as he was about to leave, she grabbed his shirt tightly, yanking the hem out of his dress pants on one side.

Bo Yanching went from being impeccably dressed to disheveled in an instant.

He looked down at her hand and laughed helplessly, “Can’t bear to see me leave?”

“No,” Nan Jiaojiao tugged his shirt closer into her palm, gripping it tighter, “You go on, I’ll go up after watching you leave.”

Bo Yanching said nothing, also did not turn around, and deliberately took two steps back playfully.

He retreated slowly, yet Nan Jiaojiao took it seriously, thinking he was really leaving.

She chased after him hurriedly and threw herself back into his arms.

This time he didn’t hug her, and a muffled laughter came down from above, “Do you want me to go, or do you want me to stay?”

Nan Jiaojiao fell silent, raising her eyes to him.

Her eyes were moist, her lips quivering under her teeth, looking like she was on the verge of tears.

That look turned Bo Yanching’s heart into mush.

How could he leave?

He wrapped one arm around her to lift her up, the other hand adjusting her comical pig backpack onto his shoulder.

“Asking for a single word to make me stay, why is it so hard for you?”

Nan Jiaojiao hummed softly, shifting down in his arms until she comfortably nestled her head into the crook of his shoulder.

That’s when Bo Yanching knew.

The child had been wronged.