Chapter 225: I'm in Jiaojiao's Room

Bo Yanqing’s eyes widened in surprise, followed immediately by a hint of delight emerging deep within.

It slowly filled his eyes before quietly receding, his lips curving slightly upwards.

The little girl knew how to stir emotions.

Especially those invisible provocations that were the most effective.

Perhaps truly tired, Bo Yanqing soon fell asleep, and even in his dreams, he was enveloped by her lingering fragrance.

When he woke up again, the sky outside the window had truly darkened.

Nan Jiaojiao had unknowingly drawn the heavy curtains outside, leaving the light veil inside partially covering the window.

The gentle breeze subtly stirred it, behind the sheer white was the gloomy sky.

Bo Yanqing exhaled, and just as he was about to speak, he turned his gaze and saw Nan Jiaojiao sitting on the sofa.

She had changed into a set of loungewear, leaning against the cushion with her legs crossed and resting on the coffee table.

Her wide-legged pants revealed a small section of her pearly legs; her hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, with a few strands falling by her cold and serene face, looking innocent yet enticing, as if a touch of coquetry lingered at the corners of her eyes.

Maddening.

Bo Yanqing was mesmerized, a spark in his eyes and warmth in his chest, thinking back to that near uncontrollable kiss, he suddenly felt dry-mouthed and thirsty.

Nan Jiaojiao had only sketched two drafts, having little inspiration that afternoon, her thoughts constantly drifting towards the man, forcing herself to paint resulted in the floor scattered with discarded sketches.

The one in her hand also seemed unsatisfactory, but there was no need to destroy it—she could revise it when her mind was clearer.

She closed her sketchbook, reached for her milk tea, and took a sip only to realize it had long been empty.

As she stood up, she glanced sideways and saw Bo Yanqing staring at her, his hands pulling forcefully at his shirt collar.

Truly maddening!

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes slightly narrowed, “Sorry, I didn’t consider that.

I’ll go ask Master for a set of pajamas for you.”

“You want me to wear another man’s clothes?”

Nan Jiaojiao got choked up, “Otherwise, you can sleep naked.”

Bo Yanqing chuckled mockingly, “You haven’t gotten me into that habit yet.”

Holding her was very comforting, but waking up at night often led to insomnia.

Nan Jiaojiao paused, embarrassed by his teasing, coughing lightly, “I’ll go buy some for you later.”

“Let’s go together.”

Bo Yanqing sat up, realizing something was off as soon as the words left his mouth, “You don’t know my size.”

“I know it,” Nan Jiaojiao muttered softly.

He didn’t hear clearly and asked, “Do you have a toothbrush?

I need to freshen up.”

“Yes, I’ll get it for you.”

Nan Jiaojiao went into the bathroom, and upon returning, Bo Yanqing was sitting on the bed smoking; he took his cigarette with him into the bathroom.

Nan Jiaojiao glanced back.

The man stood in front of the mirror, wiping his face with a hot towel, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his side profile as sharply lined as a cut, with veins barely visible under the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt.

After washing his face, Bo Yanqing extinguished the cigarette butt under running water, broke it in two, and threw it in the trash can.

Nan Jiaojiao turned her head, patting her own face which felt burningly hot under her palm.

The mobile phone placed beside the bed began to lightly vibrate.

Nan Jiaojiao picked it up and saw it was Yaen Chi; she politely did not answer.

But Yaen Chi called again, and she accidentally activated the ringtone which was set as a soft hum, blending Wu Nong’s gentle voice with the traditional zither tunes characteristic of the Jiangnan region.

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly started.

“Whose call is it?” Bo Yanqing came behind her, took the phone from her, and answered in front of her, “I’m in Jiaojiao’s room.”