Chapter 149: No Need to Investigate I'm Not Close to the Ye Family

Bo Yanching brought over the hairdryer, then turned to look for her, but she was already lying on the sofa, as if she knew what was expected of her.

He propped up her shoulder, letting her head rest on his legs, and turned the dryer to a very low setting.

A gentle, warm breeze blew down, and Nan Jiaojiao closed her eyes in comfort.

“I’m not close to the Ye Family, but today was Grandma’s 70th birthday, so I had to visit.

When I was leaving, I ran into Ye Jun, and he gave me a ride home.”

Bo Yanching’s hand paused, sensing she had left something out.

“Fancy this brother?”

“Not really,” Nan Jiaojiao opened her eyes, her gaze drifting vaguely ahead.

“But I don’t hate him either.

You don’t need to check; the Ye Family isn’t significant enough for me to be concerned with.”

“Alright, you say no checking, so no checking.

I’ll have Han Chuan withdraw.”

“Mhm.”

Nan Jiaojiao gave a low acknowledgment, and closed her eyes again.

Once her hair was dry, she turned over, lying back and looking up at him.

“I tried, but I can’t sleep.”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow, “Was closing your eyes just now an attempt to force yourself to sleep?”

“Yeah, I want to do something.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s big, innocent eyes blinked up at him.

Without a hint of deliberate seduction, she was fatally alluring.

“Behave yourself, you can’t do anything.”

Bo Yanching supported her nape, murmuring softly, and tapped her chin with his finger.

Nan Jiaojiao looked up only to be caught by his kiss.

His kiss was very light, starting at the corner of her mouth, then gently pecking at her lips, touching briefly before pulling away slightly, only to kiss deeper the next time.

He was the epitome of patience, waiting for Nan Jiaojiao to grow impatient; so impatient she couldn’t stand it and would wrap herself around him.

Each time he was actually quite eager, but he had his pride, always enticing her this way.

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembling more vigorously with each moment, until she took a deep breath, took hold of the back of his head, and pulled him down to hungrily kiss him.

“You’re naughty.”

Bo Yanching smiled against her lips, “Who’s naughtier?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked at him with moist eyes, stubbornly retorting, “Just you.”

“I never said otherwise.”

Even as they spoke, their lips were touching.

Before she could finish, the tail of her sentence was swallowed by his kiss.

Nan Jiaojiao had to admit that she was very dependent on and enjoyed the way Bo Yanching kissed her.

Not too passionate, nor cold, tenderly brushing against each other—so ambiguous that every cell in her body seemed to expand.

But just as she was about to get into the mood, he would deftly pull back.

Like now, after a deep kiss, his fingers lingered on her lips, his black eyes staring straight into hers, his voice husky and still charged with emotion, “Watch a movie?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes slowly opened, the haze lifting, and she watched him, biting her lip as she swallowed the murmurings that reached her lips.

“Didn’t you want to do something?

The length of a movie is enough for you to get sleepy.”

Bo Yanching didn’t wait for her consent, simply picking her up.

Nan Jiaojiao’s push was half-hearted, her hands limply falling onto his shoulder as she playfully complained, “I want to watch Peppa Pig.”

“Okay.”

Bo Yanching didn’t argue with her, carrying her to the couch and handing her the remote control, “Press it yourself, I’m going to check the fridge to see what there is to drink.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s lips moved subtly, and in a rare moment of consideration, she asked, “Do you want me to open a bottle of red wine for you?”

“No need, I already had a few sips at the party, I need to sober up.”

Bo Yanching opened the refrigerator door, momentarily taken aback by the various bottled milk teas, instant milk tea, and the desserts and cakes inside.