Chapter 738: How Could I Forget Him

When she woke again, she had no idea what time it was.

The curtain wasn’t drawn tight, leaving a gap about half a palm wide, and the light filtering in didn’t help in discerning the time of day.

She was held in Bo Yanching’s arms, her body sore but unwilling to move.

He was a light sleeper, and she feared that even a slight movement might wake him.

It was rare for him to sleep in.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t move her upper body but quietly stretched her feet, slowly extending and retracting them a few times to stretch the calf muscles and relieve some muscle soreness.

With nothing else to do, she stared at Bo Yanching unblinkingly, almost unable to resist touching his face.

Not touching directly, her fingers floated from his hairline, passing over his brows and eyes—brows that seductively arched on occasion.

She moved a bit closer, gently poking at the center of his brows with her finger.

“What are you looking at?”

Nan Jiaojiao jumped in surprise as Bo Yanching suddenly caught her hand, peering closely at her fingers, “Waking up and already mischievous.”

“Did I wake you?”

“You didn’t make a sound, how could you have woken me?” Bo Yanching pulled her hand around his neck and held her, “You staring at me, how could I not feel it?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes darted around, leaning into his chest, she teased him, “What kind of feeling?”

Bo Yanching tapped her nose, “Are you sure you want to tease me the moment you wake up?”

She instantly cowered, staying silent in his arms.

“You don’t have to go to school today?”

Her heart suddenly sank, “I do, just going later.”

“Then I’ll make you breakfast.”

Bo Yanching rubbed the back of her neck and patted her shoulder, signaling her to get up.

Nan Jiaojiao moved inward, but as he really started getting up, she clung to him again, hugging his waist from behind and cooing, “You’re leaving again, aren’t you?”

“There’s some business at the company, Han Chuan can’t make decisions alone, I have to go over.”

Nan Jiaojiao still clung to him, unwilling to let go, so Bo Yanching gently massaged her fingers, glancing sideward, looking down, “Baby, be good.”

Nan Jiaojiao pouted, “Come to the school to pick me up tonight.”

“You’ll be busy until that late?”

She pursed her lips, “Yes, I’ll let you know roughly when I’ll be done ahead of time.”

Bo Yanching shook his head and chuckled lightly, “Complaining about me, yet you’re busier than I am.”

Nan Jiaojiao let go of him and lay back on his pillow, squinting and smiling, “You don’t understand the world of a top student.”

He chuckled softly, pressing his thumb on her forehead, pressing her into the pillow, “Lie down for a bit then get up; don’t come down too late.

Do you want noodles, dumplings, or onigiri?”

“Dumplings.”

“Okay.”

Just as Bo Yanching got up, Nan Jiaojiao playfully hooked his fingertips, quickly hiding her hand under the covers when she got caught.

Bo Yanching didn’t make a fuss about it, knowing it would only delay him further.

After washing up, he went straight to the kitchen.

Nan Jiaojiao lay there for a while, unable to fall back asleep; she felt exceptionally spirited, dressed in her pajamas and went to wash up; Bo Yanching had already filled her rinse cup two-thirds full and laid out her toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed onto it across the mouth of the cup.

He was spoiling her rotten.

Bo Yanching waited until she had finished eating her portion before washing the dishes and leaving.

Only after seeing him off did Nan Jiaojiao return to her room, turning on her phone to find several missed calls.

All from Yeh Hannian.

She slapped her forehead, wondering how she could have forgotten him.

…

That evening, Mo Tingshen invited for drinks and called Bo Yanching to Minglun.

Yaen Chi arrived earlier than them and was at the private room entrance with several bottles of wine, giving them a lift as they walked in.

“These two are my private stash; I usually don’t bring them out to drink.

There are a few of us today, let’s taste them together.”