Chapter 1806: Dance for Me

Bo Yanching propped his chin with the other end of his chopsticks, “That was just now, you ate quite a lot, what if you get a sore throat in the middle of the night?”

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, she wasn’t being petty, it was all his fault for cooking such delicious food, she couldn’t help but eat a little more.

Bo Yanching had finished eating long ago, the white rice in his bowl was gone, with a few streaks of oil left at the bottom. He had been picking food for Nan Jiaojiao, and only stopped when he thought she had enough, preventing her from eating too much. There was still a bite of rice left in her bowl when Bo Yanching took the bowls and chopsticks to wash them.

Nan Jiaojiao was quite peeved, patting her somewhat rounded belly; her frustration towards Bo Yanching was instantly soothed by the rich food.

She went to the living room to eat some fruit. Not long after, Bo Yanching came over, sat behind her on the sofa, picked her up from the floor, and made her sit next to him.

“Do you want to watch this, the Crayon Shin-chan movie.”

Bo Yanching had no interest in cartoons, nor was he particularly fond of movies, “Up to you, either is fine.”

“This one is hilarious, I chose the language version, you can understand it even with your eyes closed.”

Nan Jiaojiao leaned into his arms, slowly, with most of her body settling against his chest, and later on, becoming a bit excessive, she pulled his hand over her stomach, patting the back of his hand, signaling him to help rub it a little.

Bo Yanching remained silent, though slipping his hand inside her clothes was certainly too suggestive, with impure thoughts already lingering, he suddenly picked her up and pressed her into the sofa.

Nan Jiaojiao choked back a laugh, covering her mouth and coughing a few times. Bo Yanching grabbed her hands over her head, whispering, “How come I didn’t know you could dance?”

Nan Jiaojiao felt guilty, thinking if he played around openly all the time, didn’t he realize how things would end.

She couldn’t help but connect her impure thoughts to some of the bashful dances from the bedroom.

Nan Jiaojiao averted her eyes, “You never asked either, and it’s not anything particularly special, I only know a little, really.”

Bo Yanching pinched her chin to make her turn her head, his voice becoming increasingly lighter, full of a dangerous undertone, “Not showing me first but daring to perform for others, back then on set, all those men’s eyes were glued to you, did you not feel anything at all?”

Nan Jiaojiao blinked, “What should I have felt?”

Bo Yanching grit his teeth, letting out a hissing sound, “Damn, I’m getting so jealous, could you not sense it?”

Nan Jiaojiao shrank back, “I was earning money, it was just once, and I made three thousand bucks.”

Bo Yanching sneered continuously, “Can’t I afford you, is that so little money?”

“How can that be the same, the money I earn myself is different from being supported by you!”

Bo Yanching’s eyelid twitched involuntarily, very well, she was twisting concepts with him now.

He straightforwardly said, “Go buy back the set of clothes you danced in today, wear it for me, and dance again, just for me to see.”

Nan Jiaojiao choked on her words, “Mr. Bo, are you into this sort of thing?”

Bo Yanching was irritated by her address, pinched her waist, “Will you buy it or not?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes darted around, “That’s a costume for a character, they’re still filming, it wouldn’t be appropriate to buy it now, they might not want to sell it.”

“Don’t try to fool me, you’re in charge of all the costumes for the crew, I don’t believe they don’t have spare ones of the same set.”

How does he even know that?

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t bear the embarrassment, wracking her brains for an excuse, but it was too evident from her expression, and Bo Yanching backed her into a corner with a single sentence, “You don’t have to call, I’ll do it myself.”