Chapter 586: The Little Rascal Not Staying Quiet for a Moment

Bo Yanching heard the sound of water and immediately pushed the door open, only to see Nan Jiaojiao leaning against the edge of the bathtub, her hair bun had come undone, and her strands were half wet.

He picked Nan Jiaojiao up, dried her off, and then carried her out while also taking the pajamas from the cabinet.

“You’re so drowsy, if I hadn’t called you, would you have woken up only after holding your breath underwater?” Bo Yanching was frightened after the fact, his voice laced with reproach.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t quite catch what he said and just nodded blankly.

Annoyed, he tapped a finger on her forehead, “So muddle-headed!”

“Hand.”

Bo Yanching was dressing her and asked her to raise her hand.

Nan Jiaojiao raised it symbolically, and he guided her hand into the sleeve before buttoning up one button after another.

When it was time to put on the pajama pants, Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the size and said, “I can’t fit into these.”

Bo Yanching stretched out the pants, placed them around her waist to measure, and lightly clicked his tongue, “How can you be so tiny?”

Nan Jiaojiao jumped into his arms, “I can get even smaller, you believe me?”

“Oh?”

The corners of the man’s eyebrows lifted gently as he held her and slowly backed up toward the wall, deliberately slowing his pace until he was leaning against it.

Looking up at Nan Jiaojiao’s pretty face, his lips slowly curved, “I doubt it.”

Nan Jiaojiao knew from his expression that his thoughts had strayed.

She bent down for a kiss on his lips, and just as she felt his desire to respond, she leaned in close to his ear and whispered softly, “I was talking about age.

If I were a little younger, I’d pester you to tell me bedtime stories.”

“No bedtime stories.”

Bo Yanching tossed her gently upward, and Nan Jiaojiao’s body jolted passively, her fluttering gaze slowly focusing on his face.

They looked into each other’s eyes.

Bo Yanching’s eyes were particularly captivating, his voice husky as if casting a spell, “Not too sleepy yet?”

Nan Jiaojiao laughed softly, “I can hold on for a bit.”

That was akin to tacit consent.

Bo Yanching, no longer rational, took her down to sit on the back of the sofa and bent down to kiss her.

Their lips met and parted, intertwined, only to meet again.

Nan Jiaojiao saw a shadow loom over her, blurring her vision so that she couldn’t quite see his face, just felt like those eyes could suck her in at any moment.

“Uncle Three!”

The door was knocked loudly, Bo Qingshan’s deliberately raised voice squeezed in from under the door crack, “Uncle Three, are you in there, Uncle Three?”

Nan Jiaojiao was instantly pulled out of the tenderness Bo Yanching provided, cupped his face in her hands, and murmured lowly, “Qingshan is outside.”

“No, you heard wrong.”

Bo Yanching pushed her hands away, dissipating her faint resistance, and leaned in once more.

“Uncle Three, I know you’re in there, don’t think I’ll leave just because you’re quiet, open the door!”

Bo Yanching’s brows furrowed.

“Uncle Three, Qianqian is with me, she wants to see Sister Jiaojiao.”

The man’s gaze grew dark as he looked at the two shadows beneath the door.

Nan Jiaojiao looked up and dodged away, “Heard it now?”

Bo Yanching’s face was so dark it seemed it could wring out water.

He wrapped Nan Jiaojiao back into his embrace, his lips against her neck as he breathed lowly, laughing and cursing, “Little rascal, not a moment’s peace!”

Nan Jiaojiao felt a tickling from his breath on her skin and patted his shoulder, “The door is about to be smashed through, if you keep pretending you’re not here, Bo Qingshan is going to barge in.”

“He wouldn’t dare!”

Bo Yanching murmured lowly, “Just a little longer, I’ll take it easy.”

Nan Jiaojiao was no fool; she could feel the change in Bo Yanching, and stopping him at this moment would be, quite literally, the death of him.