Chapter 150: Are You Afraid

Bo Yanching had never seen such a messed-up fridge before.

He pressed against his brow, searched carefully, and finding no milk, he grabbed her hand-shaken milk tea and prepared it with hot water in a cartoon cup.

Returning to the living room, Nan Jiaojiao was leaning against the sofa, hugging one knee and nestled on the carpet, wrapped in a thin blanket.

Hearing footsteps, she turned her head and generously offered half of her blanket.

“You wanna come in and get warm?”

Bo Yanching handed her the milk tea, sat down beside her, but wrapped most of the blanket around her.

He put his arm around her shoulder, and Nan Jiaojiao obediently snuggled over.

“It’s not good, it should be iced.” She frowned deeply after just one sip.

Bo Yanching blocked her with a sentence, “Don’t even think about it.”

Nan Jiaojiao was persistent, “I still have a box of cake, I’ll go get it.”

Just as she got up, Bo Yanching grabbed her arm, pulling her into his embrace, ignoring her resentful gaze, and glanced at the TV.

“Does this not make you sleepy?”

“No, the pig’s snorting is too loud,” she replied.

Bo Yanching looked at Nan Jiaojiao with a teasing smile, “Shall I change it for you?”

“Sure.”

Nan Jiaojiao found a comfortable position in his arms, curling up on his legs, and pulled his arm down to use as a pillow for her head.

“Want to watch a horror movie?”

She looked up at him with an expression that said, “I don’t get it, but you must be crazy.”

“What’s that look, are we watching or not?”

Nan Jiaojiao sighed, “As long as you’re not afraid, it’s fine.”

Bo Yanching chuckled, catching the disdain in her words, and picked the highest-rated horror movie, “Big talk.

Let’s see how many minutes you can last.”

However, he really underestimated Nan Jiaojiao.

Through various bloody scenes and terrifying shots, she didn’t even blink, let alone flinch.

Far from feeling sleepy, she seemed to become more awake with each scene.

Suddenly, a disheveled female ghost slammed into the camera frame, accompanied by sinister, suspenseful music.

Bo Yanching pulled Nan Jiaojiao close and kissed her deeply on the face.

After the intense kiss, Bo Yanching held her waist tight, wishing he could merge her into his body.

His breathing fluctuated slightly, all falling near Nan Jiaojiao’s ear.

She rested her head against the sofa, looking up at the pitch-dark ceiling, with only the faint light from the TV flickering.

She curved her lips, and mischievously scratched his waist, “Uncle Bo, are you scared?”

Bo Yanching caught her hand and squeezed it in his palm, “You should sleep now.”

Nan Jiaojiao nudged him with her knee again, “Are you scared?”

“Not at all!” he said through clenched teeth.

The smile at the corner of her mouth slowly grew as she moved closer to his ear and exhaled, “It’s okay to be scared, I’ll try to laugh quietly.”

“You just asked me that question.”

“What?”

“Master Bo…” Bo Yanching’s eyes were deep and knowing.

He bent down, his nose brushing against hers, and as Nan Jiaojiao leaned back, he caught up and kissed her.

His hoarse voice whispered in her ear, “Silver-tongued.”

“!!!”

He was so dangerous.

Nan Jiaojiao wanted to run, but as she moved to escape, she found his hand had taken control of the back of her head, leaving her completely immobilized.

Bo Yanching turned off the TV, picked her up with kisses, and walked towards the bedroom.

Nan Jiaojiao curled up her legs, eyes wide open as she watched him slightly close his eyes.

She was nearly drowning in his deep affection and care, unable to distinguish reality from illusion, when she found herself laid in bed.

It was as if…

she was a Nine-Tailed Fox bewitched by the Demon Monk, dazed and lost.