Chapter 360: So Much Ceremony Just to Eat Meat

Nan Jiaojiao looked up at Selina, her eyes deep and mysterious, “No, I’m here to visit relatives.”

“You have family here?” Selina asked, astonished.

It seemed as if she hadn’t been the one staring intently at others just moments before.

Nan Jiaojiao gave a noncommittal reply, not continuing the topic.

Selina patted her chest, “That’s good, I thought you were also…

never mind, hopefully I’m just overthinking.

If you get bored in the next few days, come hang out with me.

I live on the second floor.”

Nan Jiaojiao: “Okay.”

“I plan to go back now.

What about you?”

“I’ll play for a bit longer.”

“Then I’m leaving.

By the way, I have a Chinese name.

You can call me Lin Yun when we’re alone,” Selina said.

Throughout the conversation, Nan Jiaojiao kept a smile on her lips, not too warm but not cold either.

Yet, as Selina hopped away cheerfully, she wondered what exactly made her seem approachable?

When she returned to her room, Bo Yanching hadn’t arrived yet.

The warm light was on.

After she entered, she flipped the main switch, standing by the door preparing to change shoes, when she suddenly noticed the carpet spread from the entryway all the way into the living room.

The carpet inside the room was a deeper color, and it covered even the corners meticulously.

Had Bo Yanching arranged this?

Nan Jiaojiao simply went in barefoot, first opened the sliding door, and the breeze from the terrace blew in, chilling her swiftly.

She went back into the room to grab a warmer piece of clothing, just as Bo Yanching showed up, drinking water.

“You’re back?”

Bo Yanching set down his water glass and came over, asking softly, “Where did you go?”

“Just wandering around, fed some sheep.

It was a bit cold, so I came back to put on some more clothes.

I was planning to find you and have a bite to eat,” she replied.

“See what that is,” he said.

Bo Yanching pointed outside, where a half-roasted whole sheep hung on a rack.

“It wasn’t there when I just got back.”

“I asked them to roast it and bring it up.

I came back to eat with you.”

Nan Jiaojiao dashed outside, but just as she was about a meter from the sliding door, a gust of cold wind blew her back, and she ended up spinning into Bo Yanching’s arms.

He took the opportunity to carry her out.

“It’s cold.

Let’s eat inside,” he said.

Nan Jiaojiao clung to him, not getting down, and without another word, Bo Yanching carried her back to the room.

He changed into a swimsuit, threw on a bathrobe without tying the belt, and carried her out to place her in the hot spring.

Nan Jiaojiao immediately shrank into the water, only her head visible, glaring at him fiercely, “All this ceremony just for a piece of meat.”

Bo Yanching squatted down, “There are medicinal herbs in the pool, they help relieve fatigue.

Smell it for yourself.”

She had seen it earlier, no need to look, she could tell just by the smell.

“Then come in too,” she said.

Nan Jiaojiao grabbed his hand, easily yanking him into the water, then laughed, “Sorry, I forgot you didn’t change into a swimsuit.”

Bo Yanching hummed lightly, “Men don’t wear swimsuits, only swim trunks.”

He stripped off his suit and tie, unbuttoned the first couple of buttons of his shirt because it was uncomfortable sticking to him.

He didn’t hassle Nan Jiaojiao, just sliced up a plate of lamb, handed her a fork, and said, “Eat on your own, I’ll rest for a while.”

Nan Jiaojiao, familiar with his mannerisms by now, knew today had been particularly tiring for him.

She had taken a nap that afternoon while he, though sitting with her, had been busy with work.

He hardly ate at dinner, and once she left, the other three men at the table wouldn’t let him off easy.

She had already noticed the smell of alcohol on him; it was strong.

He drank water to try to lessen the scent in her presence.