Chapter 161: Master Bo Breaks Vegetarianism

Chapter 161: The Hedonistic Master Bo

Nan Jiaojiao, whether intentionally or not, pushed him away.

Bo Yanching’s lower back hit the sofa, and as he brushed against it, a ceramic doll on top fell to the ground and shattered.

The sound of it breaking, in the quiet night, was like a thunderclap.

His long eyes narrowed for a moment as he glanced in the direction of the master bedroom, faintly hearing footsteps.

Bo Yanching, as calm as ever, took a few steps to catch up with Nan Jiaojiao and pulled her into the guest bedroom by her wrist.

Once the door was closed, he pulled her in front of him.

Nan Jiaojiao reached around his waist and locked the door.

“Click!”

Half a minute off, Shen Shichu knocked on the door from outside and tentatively asked, “Jiaojiao, haven’t you gone to bed yet?”

Nan Jiaojiao, leaning against Bo Yanching’s chest, raised her eyebrows with a mischievous smile.

Hearing no response, Shen Shichu asked again, “Do you feel unwell?

Let me come in and check on you.”

He tried the doorknob, but it didn’t turn; it had been locked from the inside.

“Jiaojiao?”

Nan Jiaojiao still did not speak.

Bo Yanching silently sighed and bent down to ask in her ear, “Do you want me to go out?”

“Would you dare?”

“I dare, but I’m afraid you’re too playful.

If this adulterous husband shows his face, it’ll ruin tomorrow’s big scene.”

Nan Jiaojiao thought his reasoning made a lot of sense.

Only then did she address the person outside the door, “I went out to get a glass of water, didn’t turn on the lights, seems like I bumped into something.”

“It’s fine, I’ll clean it up later.

Are you hurt at all?”

“No.”

“No, I’m not reassured.

Jiaojiao, open the door, let me see you.”

A sharp pain at her waist from a hard pinch made her hiss with faint wrath, shooting a resentful glance at a certain someone.

Such ungrounded jealousy is hardly palatable.

She dared not lash out, so she vented her temper toward Shen Shichu instead, “Shen Shichu, are you having second thoughts?”

There was silence from outside, followed by the light laughter of Shen Shichu, “Jiaojiao, it’s only been a few hours.

Stop making trouble.

There will definitely be a wedding.

Have a good sleep and wake up to marry me.”

After his words, he waited a bit, but receiving no reply, his lips curled with disdain and he turned, wrapping his arms around Ye Shiqing, who had followed him out, and returned to the master bedroom.

The door slammed shut loudly, and he pinned Ye Shiqing against it in a hurry, his hands eagerly wandering over her body.

The sound of their heavy breathing carried over through the living room, and even with her thick skin, Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t help but blush.

“Is this fun for you?” came the man’s deep voice from above her head.

Nan Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him towards the bed.

After they fell onto it, she flipped over to press herself on top of him.

“Uncle, with the night so long, would you like me to recite some poetry for you?”

Bo Yanching propped up a hand under his head, lifting his shoulders slightly, while his other hand rested on her back, gently patting.

“Sure.”

Nan Jiaojiao began without hesitation, “With wine in grape cups aglow in the night, I push Master Bo onto the bed.

Dreams of dress and beauty as flowers bright, intense is the spring in Master Bo’s bedstead.”

Bo Yanching pulled her down by her back, his lips close to her ear he said, “The spring in Master Bo’s bedstead can only be personally experienced by you.”

Nan Jiaojiao was quite straightforward, but even she couldn’t stand her ground against a hedonistic Master Bo.

His breathy words made her legs weak, and she covertly shrank down, her head nearly tucking under his chest.

She said sheepishly, “I learned it from Zhenzhen.

Every time Gao Zhe gets mad, this is how she soothes him.”

“So you used it to soothe me as well?”

“Mhm.”

“Didn’t you wonder if it works on me?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up, her chin poking his stomach.

She silently gazed at him for a while; his eyes were seductive, and just looking into them made her feel amnesic.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t dwell on whatever he’d asked; she pursed her lips, countered with a flirt, “Do you want to kiss me?”