Chapter 859: Why Don't You Have an Affair

She left after stabbing him once.

When they meet again, should it not be with great hostility, even if not with red eyes?

But Bo Yanching treated her the same as before, as if nothing had happened.

Nan Jiaojiao even had an illusion.

As long as she nodded, Bo Yanching would eagerly welcome her back.

Thinking of this, she didn’t know if she felt nostalgic or melancholy, and sighed softly.

He happened to hear it.

“What’s wrong?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s hand trembled.

The lighting was dim, so the lights from inside the villa overshadowed the garden light.

He stood precisely in a backlit angle, his eyebrows and eyes hidden in the darkness.

He tilted his head, with the light falling on his softly contoured jawline and neck.

His shirt was buttoned up to the top without a tie.

Every time he swallowed, Nan Jiaojiao could see it clearly.

He never used to be like this.

Now, he’s wrapped up tightly.

As if preserving his chastity for someone.

Yet, this version of Bo Yanching was far more seductive than if he deliberately revealed something.

Nan Jiaojiao felt like such a failure.

In just two months, merely his words almost made her drop everything.

“Bo Yanching, stop flirting.”

“Hmm?”

He wanted to look down at her, but Nan Jiaojiao didn’t allow it, pushing his brow back upwards.

Actually, where they stood was particularly unfavorable for Nan Jiaojiao.

She didn’t even know how she got pushed by Bo Yanching into a bamboo grove by the wall.

Retreating three more steps would leave her no room to escape.

And there was a weapons rack to her left.

Probably Yi Qinghuan wanted to further elevate the theme of the ancient costume banquet, with designs of the four treasures of the study and various weapons, though these young ladies clearly weren’t practiced in handling them.

The weapons rack here was essentially for decoration.

Yet it conveniently aided Nan Jiaojiao.

She pulled out a whip, weighed it in her hand, looked up, then lashed it out to wrap around the bamboo above.

The bamboo was very flexible, and Nan Jiaojiao easily grabbed it, let go of the whip, pushed off with her toes, and catapulted herself onto the wall by inertia.

Bo Yanching looked up.

Nan Jiaojiao happened to be looking at him.

As soon as their eyes met, Nan Jiaojiao turned her head and slowly walked along the wall.

Bo Yanching followed along.

She was on the wall, and he was on the ground.

Several rows of bamboo growing against the wall stood between them.

They had been pruned, so they weren’t very tall, revealing half of Nan Jiaojiao’s body.

Whenever she took a step, he took a step.

When she stopped, he stopped.

Bo Yanching had his hands behind his back, holding the whip, his long strides slow.

At the corner, the side wall leaned outward, the exterior vegetation reaching inward, poorly trimmed, looking quite chaotic.

If Nan Jiaojiao continued walking on the wall, she’d inevitably snag on the branches.

She cherished beauty, and her good-looking clothes couldn’t be sacrificed to scraping bark.

“Jiaojiao.”

Bo Yanching faced her, “There’s no path left, come down.”

His tone was as if saying, “Good child, stop being naughty, okay?”

Especially indulgent.

So indulgent it made one’s toes curl.

Nan Jiaojiao’s heart ached slightly, unable to calm down, so she forced herself to take a drag of smoke.

Then she attempted to emulate Bo Yanching in exhaling the smoke, only to accidentally choke, stifling a couple of coughs, immediately seeing Bo Yanching’s furrowed brows.

She instantly felt like a child caught misbehaving by a parent.

He probably wanted to scold her a bit, but held back, surely bottling it up inside.

“Bo Yanching, why don’t you have an affair?”