Chapter 48: He Provoked a Little Monster

When she awoke, the first sentence she dared to tease her with.

A trace of fierceness flashed across Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes.

She punched him in the helmet, knocking him out cold.

Unperturbed, Nan Jiaojiao found his phone, dialed 120, gave the location, and walked away with a swish of her hand.

By the time she got home, the sky had already turned dimly bright.

She had planned to take a shower in the guest room and then quietly slip back into Bo Yanching’s arms.

As she passed the master bedroom, she noticed a faint light seeping through the half-closed door.

Had she left the light on?

Pushing the door open, the bedside lamp was on, casting shadows and light upon the man sitting by the bed.

Covered in a blanket up to his midriff, with a cigarette pinched between his fingertips, Bo Yanching had just taken a drag when he heard the door open; the cigarette hung loosely from his lips as he squinted over.

“You’re back?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s breath hitched, standing frozen at the doorway, her fingers nervously picking at the door frame, she murmured, “I smell, I’ll go wash first.”

Bo Yanching waved her over, “Come here.”

After hesitating for a moment, Nan Jiaojiao took off her hat and tossed it aside, and walked towards him.

As she lifted one foot to step onto the bed, Bo Yanching extinguished the cigarette, stretched out his arm, and pulled her into his embrace.

His nose against the top of her head, he sniffed gently.

“Gunpowder?”

She nodded, “Yes, I went to the docks and burned Shen Shichu’s goods.”

A flash of surprise crossed Bo Yanching’s eyes.

The delicate girl, not only could fight but could also torch someone’s cargo.

What kind of creature had he provoked.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t hear him speak, and backed away a little, “Are you angry?”

Bo Yanching tugged at her chin, making her look up.

The face before him was pristine and pale, unmarked by any blemish.

“Weren’t you noticed?”

“No, I stayed far back, Shen Shichu didn’t find me.”

“Why did you go and burn his goods?” he asked again.

Nan Jiaojiao gave him a puzzled look, “Didn’t he upset you?

I was helping you vent.”

What she had said in the hospital was actually true.

A college senior, capable enough to burn an entire ship’s worth of goods and still escape from under Shen Shichu’s nose unscathed.

Yet, Bo Yanching didn’t probe further, seemingly unconcerned about her identity, and Nan Jiaojiao didn’t continue talking either.

She retreated once more, slipping out of his arms.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

She didn’t go to the guest bathroom but started to undress in the master bedroom’s bathroom, peeling off her outer jacket to reveal a black tank top, damp with a thin layer of sweat.

Bo Yanching’s eyes darkened as he flung the blanket aside and followed her in.

Nan Jiaojiao stood under the showerhead, her hair loose, letting the water cascade down her back when a warm embrace pressed against her.

She turned around, and at first glance, saw Bo Yanching’s trousers.

They were soaking wet, and thinking of his comfort, she pushed him out from under the water.

But just as she reached out, Bo Yanching pressed back against her, skillfully wrapping his arms around her waist, lifting her off her feet.

In a husky voice, the man asked, “Minded that I smoked a few puffs?”

Nan Jiaojiao tilted her head, kissed his lips, and asked, “What will you do about your wet pants?”

“Han Chuan will bring me another pair later.”

She nodded, wrapped her legs around his waist, and climbed a little higher to kiss him more comfortably.

Bo Yanching walked a few steps, shut the bathroom door, and turned off the lights, the dim light coming through the windows and door lending the atmosphere an even sticker, hotter…

presence.