Chapter 1816: So Beautiful

With a slight raise of his eyes, he glanced at the clothes rack purposefully, “Go change into it, let me see.”

Nan Jiaojiao quickly covered her stomach, “I ate too much, can’t digest, I feel a bit unwell.”

Bo Yanching didn’t buy her excuse, he picked her up sideways and walked inside, “I can help you change.”

“I have a little belly, it won’t look good on me.”

“A little rub and it’ll be gone.”

Nan Jiaojiao tugged at his collar, her small face half hidden beneath the collar of the man’s shirt. She poked at a button, resting it against her face, shyly glancing upward, “So embarrassing, why do you insist I wear it?”

Bo Yanching tossed her up slightly, hugging her closer into his arms. He bent down, lightly touching her forehead with his, “Because it’s too beautiful, and every side of you is something I don’t want to miss.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s face grew even hotter, and she jumped down from his embrace, “I’ll wear it, but you’re not allowed to record.”

Bo Yanching’s eyes crinkled lightly, “Alright.”

Nan Jiaojiao took down the cheongsam and quickly darted into the dressing room.

The dress wasn’t hard to put on, the zipper was on the side. She just had to stretch a bit over her stomach for it to smooth out. She hesitated to stand in front of the mirror, resting her head against the door for a long time before mustering the courage to open it and step out.

The lights in the bedroom had been dimmed, and soothing music was playing. Bo Yanching stood by the window, swirling wine in the decanter. The sheer curtains brushed gently across his slender fingers. The man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist seemed to be favored by the moonlight itself. His shadow stretched elegantly over the carpet, just as handsome and relaxed as he was.

Nan Jiaojiao was captivated in an instant, overwhelmed by his allure, and went over without waiting for his call.

Bo Yanching seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, only turning around when Nan Jiaojiao was behind him. He pulled her hand lightly towards him, embraced her waist, and placed one of her hands on his shoulder.

“Do you know how to dance?”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the record player, “Where did you dig this up from?”

“You’ve always kept it in the study, in the leftmost drawer of the wardrobe. I came across it yesterday when I was looking for a book. It still works, so I thought I’d give it a try.”

Nan Jiaojiao remembered— it was something Chu Yao bought from the director after filming some scenes, treasured for a while, then lost interest and spontaneously gave it to Nan Jiaojiao.

She wasn’t a romantic type, and found it taking up space, so she hadn’t used it.

“The sound is quite nice.”

“Hmm.”

Bo Yanching guided her slowly into a waltz, “Don’t be nervous, follow my lead, I’ll teach you.”

Nan Jiaojiao instinctively raised her head and chest, trying to match his height, but Bo Yanching lowered himself more and more, his once straight waist now slightly curved; as she was still looking for her place, his chin naturally rested on her shoulder.

As they danced, the mood of the dance changed.

In a daze, Nan Jiaojiao grabbed a pillow, trying to retreat to the bed, but he snatched the pillow away, asking softly, “How do I undo it?”

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t help but laugh, deliberately letting him worry. When she was about to be bitten, she surrendered.

The sudden ring of the phone startled Nan Jiaojiao, and she leaned into him. Just as she reached out to grope for the phone on the bedside, he caught her hand and pulled it back.

“Ignore it!”

Nan Jiaojiao blinked dazedly, gazing at the dimly lit ceiling, “What if it’s a work call?”

“What work contacts you in the middle of the night?”

Bo Yanching grabbed the phone, pressed it on silent, tossed it into the carpet, and pulled the blanket over the two of them.