Chapter 463: Because It's You

Aunt Zhan placed a bowl of hot coconut milk in front of Nan Jiaojiao and said with a smile, “It tastes good on its own; I didn’t add any fruit syrup.

If you find it not sweet enough, I’ve prepared some sugar cubes here.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded politely to Aunt Zhan and took a sip from the bowl.

“It has a milky taste.”

“Yes, it has a milky taste, but the flavor is quite mild, just perfect.”

Aunt Zhan happened to bring two, “Here, take these with you, let Yanqing open them for you to drink at home.”

Nan Jiaojiao was quite surprised, “Drink it directly?”

“Yes, if it’s good, I’ll bring you more.”

The coconut looked quite cute, about the size of a palm, milky white, with a pointed top, resembling an enlarged milk candy and somewhat like a peeled macadamia nut.

Nan Jiaojiao thought that the next time she came over, she would bring something for Aunt Zhan, feeling a bit embarrassed about always accepting her hospitality.

Aunt Zhan didn’t stay long, and when the last dish was served, she followed the waiter out.

Nan Jiaojiao and Bo Yanching sat facing each other, chatting occasionally while eating.

After finishing the meal, as she was wiping her mouth with a tissue, she casually asked, “Are you free tomorrow evening?”

“Yes.”

Bo Yanching answered her without hesitation.

If Han Chuan had been there, he would probably have been so anxious that he would have had a heart attack.

There was an important social engagement the next evening, and even without it, he would have been swamped with work.

“Then let’s go to Minglun.

Wanting is going back to work at Minglun tomorrow.

It’s her first day.”

Bo Yanching raised his eyebrows slightly.

He understood what that meant; she wanted him to help her friend make a good impression.

“Alright, I’ll bring Mo Tingshen and Yaen Chi.”

Yaen Chi’s face was more useful in a social setting than Bo Yanching’s.

Nan Jiaojiao thought about it and then agreed.

On the way home, she was texting Ye Wanting and didn’t notice that someone had sped up several times.

The car was steady, but the forty-minute journey had been cut in half.

As soon as she entered the house and had removed one shoe, Nan Jiaojiao was suddenly picked up.

She sat on the shoe cabinet while the man closed in, kissing the corner of her mouth twice tentatively and then gently capturing her lips with his.

Nan Jiaojiao cooperatively wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her other foot that was still with a shoe rubbed against his thigh.

Bo Yanching kissed her intently, his hands sliding along the waistline down her long legs to her ankles.

His fingers hooked the back heel of her sneaker, loosening it and helping her remove it.

“When do you plan to take off this ‘mask’ on your face?”

Bo Yanching tugged at the fake skin on her cheeks.

He had touched it several times already; if she hadn’t told him it was fake, he almost would have thought it was naturally part of her face, it seemed so rough.

There were also the freckles on her face and two moles dotted on her nose.

During the meal, Nan Jiaojiao had two bowls of fish soup, holding the bowl and sipping slowly, the steam blowing onto her face, but it didn’t dislodge a single freckle.

He seldom faced such a plain, even slightly ugly face to finish a meal.

“Does it look bad?”

There was a mirror right in the hallway.

Hanging on his neck, Nan Jiaojiao turned her body to look in the mirror, but unfortunately, it was too dark to see clearly.

Nan Jiaojiao felt her face and said, “It’s a bit ugly.

It’s quite a sacrifice, I owe an apology to my beauty.”

She suddenly turned teasingly to Bo Yanching, “Mr.

Bo, do you have a perverse taste, to be moved to kiss even such a face?”

“Because it’s you.”

Bo Yanching bent down lower, “No matter if you turn into a Heavenly Immortal or a Fierce Ghost, I know it’s you.

As long as it’s you, appearance doesn’t matter that much.”