Chapter 1571: Still Angry

Bo Yanching embraced her with one hand, quickly finding the switch on the wall with the other. The warm orange light from the headlamp fell, causing Nan Jiaojiao to instinctively squint and hide in his embrace.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Just wanted a hug.”

“Li Jian had an accident, Yaen Chi needed to go over personally. I arranged his departure, which took some time,” Bo Yanching said softly, with his nose against her neck and rubbing against the strands of hair at her neckline. “Why are you clinging like this?”

Nan Jiaojiao pulled away from his embrace and looked at him with a slight reproach, “Can’t I say I can’t sleep without you?”

“Alright!”

He chuckled lowly, gently inhaling her scent, “Did you shower?”

“Yes.”

“Then come down, I’m dirty, don’t get yourself dirty.”

Nan Jiaojiao ignored him. Bo Yanching conceded, “Let me take a shower first, I’ll be quick.”

Only then did she reluctantly get off him, but Bo Yanching touched her ankle, which was quite cold, and couldn’t bear to let go, carrying her to the sofa and covering her legs with a thin blanket before heading to the bathroom for a shower.

He came out quickly, made a cup of hot milk, and walked behind Nan Jiaojiao, wrapping one arm around her waist. As he sat down, he pulled her onto his lap, tucked the milk into her hand, and glanced at her phone.

“Why is this kid still playing?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyelids twitched, “He just came online, I’m only playing one game with him, then he’s going to sleep.”

Bo Yanching glanced at her and directly turned on the mic: “Bo Qingshan.”

On the other end, Bo Qingshan’s hand trembled, he blinked into the enemy crowd, with all skills targeting him. He died in two hits and his lips started to tremble, quickly begging for mercy, “Third uncle, I’m just playing this match, I’m already lying in bed, I’ll sleep later.”

Bo Yanching: “Sleep now, quit the game!”

“No way!”

“No way!”

Two voices echoed simultaneously from inside and outside the phone.

Nan Jiaojiao held Bo Yanching’s wrist, her expression pitifully cute, he found it amusing and teased, “Is it a promotion match again?”

She almost concocted a lie, but Bo Qingshan suddenly called out, “I can only die in battle! I can’t go AFK! Quitting the game now would be disrespectful to my teammates!”

Bo Yanching let out a cold laugh, “Alright, I’ll be back at the old house this week and bring back two sets of math exercise books for you.”

Bo Qingshan decisively muted the mic, but still couldn’t bring himself to quit the game, he courageously finished the match. As soon as the interface ended, he swiftly went offline.

Bo Yanching took out his own phone and asked Nan Jiaojiao, “Want me to play a couple of games with you?”

“No, I want to sleep,” Nan Jiaojiao nestled in his arms, handing him the half-drunk milk, “I can’t finish it.”

Bo Yanching took it and drank it in one go.

He gathered her up in his arms, and Nan Jiaojiao skillfully moved to a comfortable position within his embrace, her arms circling his neck and her fingers gently tapping.

“Shall we go shopping tomorrow? Mo Tingshen is getting married next week, what wedding gift should we buy for him?”

This topic wasn’t very pleasant for Nan Jiaojiao; she wasn’t enthused, “No need, the wedding gift you’re giving him isn’t something you’d buy at the mall. I don’t feel like giving one and I don’t feel like shopping.”

Bo Yanching laid her on the bed, pulled up the covers, and lay down. Nan Jiaojiao naturally snuggled close to him, he turned slightly, moving the strands of her hair from his chest to one side, and gently massaged her nape, softly speaking, “Still angry?”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him, “Why would I be angry? He’s nobody to me, but since Chu Yao doesn’t like him, I have to avoid any association.”