Chapter 1972: Restless Even When Sleepy

After putting her in the back seat, Bo Yanching drove. It took over an hour for what should have been a half-hour drive without traffic.

The doorknob had a box of Shengyue Mansion pastry hanging on it.

Chu Yao and Mo Tingshen probably returned earlier, knocked on the door but nobody answered, guessed that they hadn’t come home yet, so they left without calling, just hung the stuff and left.

Bo Yanching entered the password to open the door, hooked the pastry box with his finger, and carried her inside.

She didn’t make a fuss but didn’t move either. From changing shoes to bathing, and then being placed in bed, it was all Bo Yanching serving her. Once she lay down, she refused to let go of him. He stood beside the bed to catch his breath, and she wrapped her hand around, tugged his shirt, and pulled the hem out of his trousers. Just grabbing the shirt wasn’t satisfying enough for her; she closed her eyes and groped around, trying to find his hand.

Bo Yanching smacked her hand on the back.

“Behave yourself. You’re sleepy, but you still don’t settle down.”

He pinned her hand under the blanket. Nan Jiaojiao made a sound, turned over, and gave him the back of her head.

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow; this pettiness was ingrained in her bones.

He glanced at the water spilled on himself. How could he go to bed without changing clothes? He hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, yet he smelled of the wine she spilled on her.

“Wait here, I’ll take a shower.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t even make a sound, just her ear twitched.

Bo Yanching acted like a crazy person, playing a solo drama and enjoying it. He went to the wardrobe to get pajamas, left just the entrance light in the bedroom on, went to the guest room to freshen up, and returned to cuddle her to sleep.

Worried that Nan Jiaojiao would have a headache after waking up from the hangover, Bo Yanching stayed to make her breakfast.

The bedroom door was ajar. Without having to be called, she came out smelling the food, bouncing with energy, wandered through the kitchen, and then went back to the bedroom to freshen up.

Bo Yanching ordered food from the Imperial Garden. By the time Nan Jiaojiao changed into loungewear and came out, the food had arrived. He laid everything out, served seafood porridge in front of Nan Jiaojiao, and with a raised hand, rubbed her forehead, “Not having a headache at all?”

“Not at all, I’m fine.”

“You have quite a unique constitution.”

Nan Jiaojiao smacked her lips, “Maybe because I’m young, with a good metabolism.”

“…” Bo Yanching withdrew a hand, “Be quiet.”

“Oh.”

“…”

The doorbell rang. Bo Yanching went to open the door. Seeing who was outside, he deliberately blocked Chu Yao from entering after she stepped inside, “Not enough food.”

Mo Tingshen snorted coldly, “No worries, I can survive on a sprinkle of rice, mainly here for the atmosphere.”

Bo Yanching somewhat disliked people who lacked tact but only symbolically blocked them, considering he often freeloaded off Mo Tingshen’s meals. You can offend anyone except the chef.

Thinking about it this way, Bo Yanching felt quite sanguine, and then reconsidered that he didn’t have to be so generous, so he took two bowls and only served one bowl of porridge to Chu Yao, leaving an empty bowl in front of Mo Tingshen.

Mo Tingshen didn’t mind, served himself porridge. As soon as he picked up chopsticks, Bo Yanching placed the best dishes in front of the girl, leaving the untouched cold bamboo dish for Mo Tingshen, feigning particular magnanimity, “Rare visit, make yourself at home, eat more.”

Mo Tingshen chuckled in annoyance, “Bamboo again, you guessed I would come, right? Always using bamboo to disgust me.”

Bo Yanching sat down and kicked him under the table.

Mo Tingshen couldn’t hold it in, exaggeratedly yelped “Ouch,” then turned to Nan Jiaojiao to complain, ending with a deliberate hint, “Jiaojiao, do you know the story of this bamboo dish?”