Chapter 872: Bo Yanching's Allure

Instead of resting his head on the armrest of the sofa, he had his neck supported by it, so his head leaned slightly back, and the prominent Adam’s apple and neck lines appeared elegantly decadent and sensual in the dim light.

The two-seater sofa was too narrow for him, with one leg bent and the other stretched out beyond the sofa.

“Bo Yanching?”

Nan Jiaojiao bent over and asked, “Are you okay?”

The man didn’t respond.

In this posture, she had little patience.

After asking, she was about to stand up.

Bo Yanching suddenly hooked her waist and pulled her back.

He sat up, wrapped her in his arms, and a strong breath blew against the back of her neck as he rested his chin on Nan Jiaojiao’s shoulder, eyes still closed, “Why did you come over?”

Feeling uncomfortable, Nan Jiaojiao struggled, but the hand around her waist tightened, not forcefully, yet giving her no chance to escape.

“Didn’t you say you felt uncomfortable?”

Bo Yanching half-opened his eyes, casually glanced at her, his breath brushing warmly across her face and neck.

The voice was hoarse, “I said I felt uncomfortable, and you just came?”

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips and turned her head away.

Bo Yanching twirled her hair, “Came without drying your hair?”

“Mm.”

“Wait.”

Bo Yanching held her against the sofa, his long legs extending from under hers.

He found a hairdryer in the bathroom, tried blowing it a few times, when it suddenly broke down.

Nan Jiaojiao felt embarrassed for him; she’d never seen someone fail at being romantic so quickly, “Well, let’s not dry it.

I caught wind all the way coming here, it’s almost dry.”

It was fine until she spoke, but as soon as she did, the man’s face darkened immediately.

“Blowing cold wind on wet hair, don’t you fear headaches?”

Nan Jiaojiao wanted to retort, but on second thought, he seemed to be scolding her; his tone was particularly heavy.

She was stunned for a moment, then meekly shut her mouth.

Bo Yanching turned on a warm lamp, called room service to bring up a hairdryer, and after he hung up, he didn’t walk back but stood there with one hand in his pants pocket, pulling out half a pack of cigarettes, expertly shaking out one, placing it between his lips, then drawing it out.

He turned his head to light the cigarette.

Lifted his hand to steady it.

The other hand went into his pants pocket.

Only then did Nan Jiaojiao notice that his suit was off; earlier, she’d kicked it slightly, knocking it into the sofa, and now he was just wearing a shirt with one sleeve cuff undone and the top button open.

His arm half-bent, casting a semicircular shadow on the wall.

His broad shoulders and the black shirt and black trousers highlighted his tall, slender frame.

A gust of wind from an unknown direction slipped into his collar, inflating the shirt like a sail.

Nan Jiaojiao was momentarily dumbfounded.

No matter when, she was always enchanted by Bo Yanching’s allure.

He must have stood by the wall on purpose, whether it was he himself or the shadow on the wall, both were…

Damn sexy as hell!

Soon, the waiter knocked on the door to bring the hairdryer.

Bo Yanching went to open the door, took the hairdryer, and casually extinguished the cigarette on the ashtray atop the shoe cabinet.

He walked inside, finding an outlet by the dining table.

“Jiaojiao, come here.”

Nan Jiaojiao quickly snapped out of it, “Oh.”

He walked over, Bo Yanching pulled out a chair, still bent down, Nan Jiaojiao circled past him and sat directly on the dining chair.

Bo Yanching retracted his hand, naturally placed it on the armrest of the dining chair, lowering his eyes to look at her.

“Do you want to sit while I dry your hair?”

Nan Jiaojiao asked, “Isn’t that what you meant?”

“What a dreamer you are.”

Bo Yanching effortlessly lifted her like a child with one hand, sat down himself, then placed Nan Jiaojiao on his lap, his hand around her waist naturally turning into an embrace.

He snugly pressed her into his embrace.