Chapter 79: Strip Him Down

The Old Lady immediately regained her senses, “Right, you should hurry then.”

Bo Yanching took the car keys and went back into the dining room to pat Nan Jiaojiao on the shoulder, “Shall we go?”

She half-turned her head, not looking at him, but at the shoulder he had patted, her lips pursed slightly in an impatient manner.

Nan Jiaojiao stood up, tucked her hair behind her ear, and politely said, “Grandma, thank you for lunch, I’ll be leaving now.”

“Alright, let Yanqing drop you off at the school gate.

Come earlier next Saturday, Grandma will have the kitchen prepare something delicious for you.”

“Mhmm.”

Bo Qingshan wrapped two pieces of sponge cake and handed them to her, “Sister Jiaojiao, you like these, don’t you?

I ordered them specially made a little sweeter for you.”

Nan Jiaojiao patted his head affectionately, “Be good and take your medicinal baths every night, soak for a full hour before getting up.”

“Okay, I remember everything you say,” Bo Qingshan said, looking up with the obedience of a little puppy, eagerly seeing her to the door.

Bo Yanching drove himself without using a chauffeur.

The atmosphere inside the car was delicate, so quiet that even the sound of the wind felt abrupt.

“Take me home.”

Nan Jiaojiao faced away towards the window, her elbow propped up, letting her hair on Bo Yanching’s side fall down, hiding the expression on her face.

He gripped the steering wheel, glancing sideways, “Not going to school?”

“Going home to get textbooks.” Her voice was cold and indifferent, unwilling to say one word more.

Bo Yanching made some idle talk just for the sake of conversation, but Nan Jiaojiao didn’t respond, not bothering with him.

No matter how slow the car, it finally reached Feisheng’s entrance.

Bo Yanching refused to unlock the door, so Nan Jiaojiao reached over, directly lifting the lock.

“Won’t you ask me anything?” Bo Yanching held it in but eventually couldn’t resist and took the initiative to speak.

Bang.

Her response was a rather loud door slam.

Bo Yanching pressed at his temple, curled fingers pressing down, at a loss with her.

Suddenly, the car door opened again, and Nan Jiaojiao got back in, the sound of the door closing still not gentle.

Her eyes, gazing at him, contained restrained anger.

Bo Yanching leaned toward her and whispered, “Nothing happened between me and Kang Xiangyue.

She fell, and I just gave her a hand.”

Nan Jiaojiao regarded him with eyes that said ‘I am angry but don’t quite understand you.’

Then, she suddenly started to undress him, removing his shirt.

“My, what are you doing?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s fingers slipped between two buttons of his shirt as if by accident, her nails grazed lightly before she was about withdraw them, but Bo Yanching pressed their hands together on the back of his hand.

He glanced outside the window where there were quite a few people at the entrance of the neighborhood.

He raised all the car windows and said with a suppressed chuckle, “Don’t make a fuss here, I don’t mind being seen, but I’m afraid you’ll be embarrassed.

Shall I accompany you upstairs if you behave?”

“Let go.” Nan Jiaojiao’s voice was cool and detached.

Not at all like she was eager to do that kind of thing.

Bo Yanching pinched her chin, and Nan Jiaojiao indeed looked up but quickly turned away, using both hands to remove his shirt.

“My dear, what are you doing?”

Without a word, Nan Jiaojiao struggled for a long time to get the shirt off, her face becoming increasingly irritated.

Bo Yanching helped her.

He straightened up.

Nan Jiaojiao smoothly slid the shirt off his shoulders, stripping it away.

Bo Yanching’s eyes swept outside the car window.

The glass was specially made so one couldn’t see inside from outside.

However, the recent commotion had already drawn a few glances their way.

A flicker of coldness passed through his eyes as he thought he had to get Nan Jiaojiao under control.

Even if they were to do it in the car, he couldn’t let them become a public spectacle on the street.