Chapter 74: Uncle You Like Sister Jiaojiao Don't You

“Your room doesn’t have a bathroom?”

“It does,” Bo Qingshan straightened up, “but I can’t pee next to Sister Jiaojiao.”

Bo Yanching’s eyebrows twitched.

He had only taken his eyes off him for a moment, and the kid had started affectionately calling her sister.

“You’re just a little brat, what’s with the coyness in front of her?” Bo Yanching scoffed.

The kid wasn’t having any of it, “No matter how young I am, I’m still a man.

Besides, am I the only one being coy in front of Sister Jiaojiao?

Uncle, you’re just the same!”

Damn!

He blurted out the truth.

Bo Qingshan glanced at Bo Yanching’s biceps and took a step back to save his skin, squinting his fox-like eyes at him, “Don’t think I can’t tell, Uncle, you like Sister Jiaojiao, don’t you?”

Bo Yanching rolled his eyes at him, “You know and you still call her sister?”

“She asked me to, so I did.

Uncle, have you ever heard the saying, ‘Youth don’t realize the charm of those younger, mistaking an old man for a treasure.'”

Even if Uncle’s body reeked of hormones, with his muscly back and well-defined arm lines showing through his vest, he was still too intimidating, especially those abs, like stacked bricks, nothing like him—with his thin arms and legs, small yet mighty.

Don’t they say the essence is always concentrated?”

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

Bo Yanching grabbed him by the back of his neck, lifting him up like a kitten, causing Bo Qingshan to hurriedly protect his precious head, shouting loudly, “You can pick me up, but be careful not to mess up my hair!”

He turned his head back, grinning widely, showcasing his bright white teeth, looking smug, “Sister Jiaojiao blew-dry my hair for me.”

Bo Yanching’s frown could kill a fly, taking two steps down the stairs as one, quickly reaching the second floor.

At the bedroom door, Bo Qingshan became quiet.

When Bo Yanching pushed the door open, Bo Qingshan shook his legs vigorously, leaping down from his hand, and dashed through the door.

Bang!

The door slammed shut.

Through the briefly ajar door, Bo Yanching caught only a fleeting glimpse of Nan Jiaojiao.

She was sitting sideways, knees against knees, head bowed looking through a book.

The hair on the door side was tucked behind her ear, revealing the beautifully curved earlobe; on the other side, straight hair blocked some light, her elegantly pointed nose seeming to catch the light.

She was breathtakingly beautiful.

“Sister Jiaojiao.”

Bo Qingshan approached her, grinning as he pointed, “You’re holding the book upside down.”

Nan Jiaojiao tossed the book onto the desk, grabbed her phone from the side, her game character just happened to revive.

She changed her equipment and charged straight at the enemy’s high ground.

She lifted her legs, resting them on the edge of the desk, her brows knitted together, exuding a hint of fierceness, looking like a big boss you wouldn’t want to mess with—where was the quietly pleasant, tranquil air from before?

Bo Qingshan blinked his all-seeing eyes, “Sister Jiaojiao, is the book good?”

“What a stupid question,” Nan Jiaojiao shot him a look, “Can’t I pretend once in a while?”

Bo Qingshan was almost singed by the fire hiding in her eyes, instinctively leaning back before nosily moving closer again, “Uncle brought me down here, did you hear our conversation?”

“No.” She didn’t even bother to lift her head.

“Uncle said…”

Nan Jiaojiao lifted her hand and struck his Dumb Acupoint.

Bo Qingshan’s eyes just caught a flash of white light when suddenly, he couldn’t speak; he opened his mouth “ah ah” for a while, his little face turning pale with shock.

Kang Xiangyue, carrying things, entered, removed her coat and handed it to the servant like it was alms, then eagerly looked upstairs, “Is Yanqing at home?”