Chapter 229: What Is Our Relationship

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly looked up, staring straight at him.

That’s right, if they’d already slept together, what was there to hide?

Why be so coy?

Thinking this, her hands moved involuntarily, and by the time she intended to move them, her hands had already grabbed Bo Yanqing’s shirt collar.

And then she casually pulled it downward.

Nan Jiaojiao stood on her tiptoes.

She reached up to his lips and kissed him, then pulled away to look closely into his eyes.

In the inky depths of his pupils, her blurry face was reflected.

The closer she was, the blurrier her sight became, and the less clear she could see what was hidden at the bottom of his eyes.

Not bothering to guess, Nan Jiaojiao stood on her tiptoes again and kissed him.

“You’re right, I can just sleep with you, I can just test you,” she said.

Bo Yanqing stared at her unblinkingly, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly, “Where to sleep?”

After kissing him, Nan Jiaojiao’s voice was low, yet not particularly emotional, “So, we’re just sleeping partners, right?”

Bo Yanqing’s entire body shuddered as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him.

Yet as she came forward to kiss him again, the cold water couldn’t extinguish the fire she had stirred within him.

“But I told you it’s over, right?” Nan Jiaojiao asked.

Bo Yanqing’s lips were tightly compressed, his gaze upon her growing deeper.

He was about to speak when Nan Jiaojiao pressed forward, and this time it was more than a simple peck.

She deliberately bit his lower lip, then took advantage of the moment he opened his mouth to kiss him deeply.

Bo Yanqing almost instinctively cupped the back of her head, kissing her more passionately.

Who cares about being jealous or feeling hard done by?

After kissing like this, it wouldn’t be just her decision to end things.

“So—”

Just as Bo Yanqing was about to lose his composure, Nan Jiaojiao pulled away from him, pressing her lips together to remove the moisture, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

She waited until her breathing was regular before slowly lifting her lashes to look at him.

She said, “Whether or not I sleep with you, it’s up to me, isn’t it?”

Bo Yanqing’s chest burned, “Yes, it is.”

“So…”

Nan Jiaojiao, holding onto his collar, moved her hand downward, using just two fingers to slowly crawl to the side of his waist.

Bo Yanqing caught her hand and slipped it between two buttons of his shirt.

“Why don’t you feel if my body is still the same as before, see if I’ve disappointed you.”

Nan Jiaojiao chuckled.

She did love touching his abs, especially during that.

“No, the body is still good,” she affirmed.

Nan Jiaojiao moved upward, he sensed her action and suddenly lifted her off the ground.

Instantly, Nan Jiaojiao was a head taller than him.

She bowed her head, her hand hooked around his neck moved up to pinch his earlobe before hugging his head.

Bowing her head, she kissed him.

“But today, I don’t want to sleep with you,” she murmured in a low, kittenish voice, lips brushing against his.

Bo Yanqing’s eyes snapped open, Nan Jiaojiao’s delicate face shifted from in front of him, finding the spot on his neck and biting down.

“Hiss!”

It hurt.

She really dared to bite down hard.

It hurt so much that Bo Yanqing put a hand against the wall behind him, maintaining the position of his neck, even bending down to accommodate her.

But Nan Jiaojiao finished biting and jumped down from his hands, laughing and saying, “I’m tired, I want to sleep alone tonight.

You figure it out yourself.”

“Ah, right, Yaen Chi is still here.”

Nan Jiaojiao helpfully pointed in a certain direction, where Yaen Chi’s room was.

As soon as Bo Yanqing realized what was happening, he took off after her, determined to catch her and give her a spanking to vent his frustration.

He even used a threat, “Stop right there, try running away and see.”

Nan Jiaojiao was not foolish; she darted away swiftly.

Once she was at a safe distance, she even turned back to taunt him.

Bo Yanqing stood in the corridor, watching her run further away.

The girl’s lips were red and teeth white, her complexion slightly rosy, with a smile that lightly curved her face in the soft light of the streetlamp.