Chapter 183: Where Do You Compare to Nan Jiaojiao

Running the bathing flower over her shoulders, he pushed aside the bubbles to reveal the three droplet-shaped birthmarks on her left shoulder, provocatively red.

“Considering getting a few flowers tattooed?”

He had seen the birthmark on that spot before but never asked about it.

Nan Jiaojiao barely had the energy to shake her head, “Don’t want to; it’s not ugly.”

“It isn’t ugly; I quite like it.”

Bo Yanching leaned down and kissed it, his breath came too, tickling her, and Nan Jiaojiao shrank her shoulders, “There are bubbles.

Aren’t you afraid of getting poisoned if you kiss it?”

Bo Yanching said meaningfully, “I’m immune to all poisons; the only thing that can bring me down is you.”

He didn’t see Nan Jiaojiao’s eyelids flicker for a moment before quickly closing again.

After the bath, Bo Yanching wrapped her in a towel and laid her by the bed to dry off.

“Move in.”

Nan Jiaojiao scooted inwards, and Bo Yanching, standing by the bed, dried himself off with the towel she had used before sliding under the covers.

She moved closer, resting a hand and a foot on him, her hand not staying still, reaching under his arm to pinch him.

The man took a deep breath and held back, “Another round?”

Nan Jiaojiao flipped on top of him, the blanket slipping from her shoulders, her pale skin more striking than the warm light above.

She kissed the corner of his mouth and asked hoarsely, “Gently?”

Bo Yanching’s breath was utterly trapped; his heart hung high as he lied down and kissed her for a while.

When he tried to roll over to change positions and kiss her, Nan Jiaojiao turned her head to dodge.

“What’s wrong?”

Bo Yanching stopped and stroked her hair, his hand naturally moving to cradle the back of her neck, massaging lightly, “Don’t like this?

Should I lie down again?”

Nan Jiaojiao buried her face into the pillow, “I really want to sleep.”

“You seduce me and then say you want to sleep, what are you doing to me?”

Nan Jiaojiao pushed him, “How about I take a nap and we continue afterwards?”

“What kind of man would I be then!”

Bo Yanching cupped her face, kissed her and, truly irritated, gave her a little bite before heading to the bathroom for a cold shower.

Nan Jiaojiao tucked the blanket under her chin, half-opening her eyes to watch the unshut bathroom door.

Some water droplets splashed onto the mirror, blurring the steam-covered glass which cleared up bit by bit from the cold water.

Her eyes held a touch of guilt and reluctance, but she eventually closed them and fell asleep.

The Shen Family.

Ye Shiqing, still in her wedding dress, sat on the bed anxiously, listening to Mother Shen curse downstairs all night.

Words sharp and petty flew, dirty and cutting, with no concern for a lady’s image.

Even without facing her, Ye Shiqing cried from fear.

She was sent to the Shen Family by Bo Yanching’s people, and while the Shen Family dared not throw her out, when they welcomed her in, Mother Shen, Jhiang Ling, and Shen Shichu’s sister, Shen Shixuan, gripped her arms from both sides.

They dragged her in half-supporting, half-pulling, pinching her hard along the way, with Shen Shixuan deliberately stepping on her wedding dress with the heel of her shoe, tearing it in several places.

Ye Shiqing redid her makeup, adjusted her veil, and since she couldn’t fix her dress and didn’t want to change, she decided to wait for Shen Shichu’s return to play the sympathy card.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

Shen Shichu appeared at the doorway, reeking of alcohol, stumbling against the door and nearly falling as he took a few missteps inside, knocking things over with a crash.

He was still holding half a bottle of alcohol, his tie loosened, emanating a miasma of vice.

“Brother Chu.”

Ye Shiqing immediately went over to support him, “Where have you been, and why have you drunk so much?”

Shen Shichu grabbed her face forcefully, making her look up at him, his sinister eyes staring straight at her, a smile that was both cold and dark spreading across his lips.

“Bitch, exactly in what way are you better than Nan Jiaojiao?!”