Chapter 311: Just Kidding Are You Still Angry

Nan Jiaojiao frowned in confusion as she looked at him.

Bo Yanching’s tone carried a hint of gentle reproach, “Just because they don’t allow it, you think I will let you drink?”

“Just a little bit, I want to taste it,” Nan Jiaojiao coiled around his arm, her hand bonelessly winding and reaching his upper arm.

She leaned in, batting her eyes lightly, “I want to drink, and you’re here, I won’t get drunk.”

Bo Yanching simply couldn’t resist her when she acted so coquettishly.

“Then just a little bit, you’re not allowed to finish it.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded, took the wine glass, and sipped lightly.

The rich aroma of grapes spread in her mouth; swallowing it, she could taste the alcohol, followed by a sweet aftertaste.

Bo Yanching had chosen the wine with the lowest alcohol content, but even this amount of alcohol could sting a little for someone like Nan Jiaojiao who didn’t drink.

She stuck out her tongue and, feeling a bit shy, didn’t dare look at Bo Yanching.

Yet, sneakily fearing he might take the glass from her, she quickly turned her body away and, with her neck stretched out far, took another sip.

This time, she was able to adjust to it slightly better.

Bo Yanching watched her sly little antics and couldn’t help but laugh, letting her drink until there was barely enough left to coat the glass, at which point he placed his hand over the rim.

“Enough, no more drinking,” he said.

Nan Jiaojiao leaned into his embrace without a word.

“Are you drunk from just that much?” he asked.

If Nan Jiaojiao admitted it, she would lose face, but her expression had already faltered.

Bo Yanching teased, “With your tiny tolerance, you still dare to play grown-up with wine.

From now on, if I’m not around, you’re not allowed to touch a drop, do you hear me?”

Nan Jiaojiao buried her face in his chest and protested, “You’re so fierce.”

He asked softly, “Should I console you?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s muffled voice came from his chest: “Mhm.”

Then she heard him laugh.

That kind of laugh that was particularly seductive.

“Let’s play a game,” he suggested.

Bo Yanching was about to take a drink when he heard her.

His fingers pressed down on the edge of the glass, “What game?”

“Give me your lighter.”

Bo Yanching handed the lighter to her.

Nan Jiaojiao took it, and with an air of seriousness, waved it in front of him.

“Watch this beam of light, I’m going to show you a magic trick,” she said.

Bo Yanching put on a very interested expression.

Click.

A streak of light sparked from the lighter as Nan Jiaojiao lifted her hand, “Keep watching.”

Nan Jiaojiao reached into the flame, grabbed a handful, and then clenched her fist and lifted it above her head.

Bo Yanching followed her hand with his eyes.

At that moment, she leaned in and kissed him on his Adam’s apple.

The man paused for an instant, looked down, the corners of his lips curving up in a teasing smile, “Flirting with me?”

“Consoling you,” she replied.

Nan Jiaojiao spread her hand open to show him there was nothing, saying cheerfully, “Still mad?”

Bo Yanching: “Yes, on our very first day together, you had someone test me.

If I don’t get a bit mad, wouldn’t it be your turn to be upset?”

Was she really that petty?

It seemed like she was.

But Nan Jiaojiao genuinely didn’t know how to console someone.

The trick she just tried was something she saw on the internet, and it didn’t seem very effective.

Her mind, now stuck, couldn’t come up with anything new on the spot.

All she could do was clumsily suggest, “Then, shall we play again?”

The dark hue in Bo Yanching’s eyes was almost too intense to hold back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he spoke in a voice that was light and husky, “Alright.”

Nan Jiaojiao repeated the steps from before, first igniting the lighter, then pretending to grab the light, her hand reaching up.

Bo Yanching caught the hand above her head and bent down to kiss her on the lips.

As he kissed her deeper, he pinned her hand against the glass sliding door.

The cool sensation made her shiver.

Something warm entered her mouth, enveloping the leftover taste of the grape wine.