Chapter 146: The Child is Really Being Dramatic

Upon entering the house, Bo Yanching set Nan Jiaojiao down.

He bent over to look for shoes, his hand grazing the wall, expertly finding the switch.

Just as he was about to turn it on, he glanced back and his dark pupils suddenly tightened.

Nan Jiaojiao stood against the wall, burying herself in the corner, her slender body thinning into a line.

She hung her head low without uttering a word.

His face slightly changed, he walked over, hooked her waist, and drew her into his arms, lifting her face to kiss her.

Nan Jiaojiao did not resist, nor did she respond—her lips were still, yielding to his endeavor.

Bo Yanching patiently kissed her, from deep to shallow, then slowly pecking, until at last, Nan Jiaojiao impatiently responded.

First, she bit him, then wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him down, but the difference in their heights still made her uncomfortable.

During a breath, she murmured hoarsely, “Carry me up.”

“Okay.”

Bo Yanching lifted her onto the shoe cabinet to sit, his hands slowly retracting from her waist, propped up at her sides—he didn’t hold her but continued to kiss her in this encircling embrace.

All of Nan Jiaojiao’s weight hung on his neck, her hands gradually trembling and her body leaning backward involuntarily.

She tried to pull herself back as her upper body trembled uncontrollably.

“Hmph!”

She was annoyed, punching him in the chest.

Bo Yanching let out a muffled grunt, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, his gaze settling on her eyes that shimmered with grievance, and he chuckled, “What do you want?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up with moist eyes, “You.”

He stepped closer, the space between them only wide enough for a fist, yet still didn’t embrace her.

His deep, husky voice brushed across her forehead, “Not afraid of moral condemnation now?”

He really is!

He had used that line twice already.

“Condemn what, Shen Shichu doesn’t love me.”

Nan Jiaojiao pushed him away and jumped down from the shoe cabinet, heading toward the bedroom.

Bo Yanching pulled her back in one swift motion, “Then are you marrying or not?”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t answer him, on the verge of tears, “Will you give or not?”

As their eyes met, the man’s long gaze softened, the smile on his lips grew more joyful, “When have I ever not given you what you wanted?”

“I am not like that!”

It was always him who insisted relentlessly, enticing her with variations every time.

“I haven’t seen much of the world, I’ve only slept with you, how would I know to compare.”

Bo Yanching’s gaze darkened, “You’re not allowed to see that kind of world.”

He kissed her again while holding the back of her neck, holding her gingerly in his arms, careful not to exert too much force, fearing he might break her.

With the atmosphere set, Bo Yanching’s hand instinctively wandered lower, then suddenly stopped.

He kissed her cheek, peering closely into her eyes, his annoyed voice soft, “It’s finished, I can’t give anymore.”

Nan Jiaojiao bit her lip, her face instantly cooling.

“First day?”

“Mm.”

Bo Yanching kissed the corner of her mouth, “Do you have any at home, I will carry you to change.”

Nan Jiaojiao shook her head.

“Then go take a shower, I’ll go out and buy some.”

Nan Jiaojiao refused to let go of him, yet she didn’t speak.

Instead, she just looked at him with a pair of innocent eyes, causing Bo Yanching to carry her to the bathroom while kissing her, reluctant to set her down on the washstand.

He undid his cufflinks, rolled up his dress shirt several times to his elbows and bent down to run the bath water.

Bo Yanching didn’t leave immediately; after filling the tub, he came back to lift her off.

“Take it off yourself.”

Nan Jiaojiao remained still.

He muttered exasperatedly, “Such a fussy kid!”

As he said this and went to help her undress, Nan Jiaojiao caught his hand, stuffing her own hand into his palm, muttering something softly.

“What?” He didn’t hear it clearly.

Nan Jiaojiao simply clung to him, repeating it in his ear.