Chapter 873: Don't Tease

“Bo Yanching!”

Nan Jiaojiao’s heart was in a panic.

“Mmm,” Bo Yanching pressed further, “Don’t move around, your hair might get caught soon, and it will be difficult to untangle.”

Nan Jiaojiao turned around to glare at him, “You’re not actually sick, are you?”

Bo Yanching slightly raised an eyebrow and turned her around by her shoulders, picking up the hairdryer to dry her hair.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t move at all, afraid that her hair would get caught in the hairdryer.

Once the hot air stopped, Nan Jiaojiao wanted to get up, but Bo Yanching held her tightly, even pulling her close to his chest, embracing her from behind.

He buried his face in her hair and said muffledly:

“Jiaojiao, I’m really not doing well.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyelids trembled, she glanced sideways at him, only able to see the curve of his ear and his short hair.

His face occasionally brushed against her neck.

It wasn’t an illusion; he did feel very hot.

She half-turned in his arms, cupping his face, touching his cheek with the back of her hand, and then his forehead.

“Fever.”

“Not a fever.”

Bo Yanching stared at her unblinkingly, “There’s something in the drink, the more I endure, the worse it gets.”

Especially when she came, he couldn’t control himself.

Heaven knows how torturous it is to hold her.

But he really couldn’t bear to let go.

“That’s easy, shall I give you a couple of injections?”

Nan Jiaojiao was really an easy-going girl.

Bo Yanching stared at her in surprise, but as he looked, he started to laugh, “Alright, where do you want to inject?”

Nan Jiaojiao habitually reached for the needle hidden in her hair, suddenly remembering she had washed her hair and ran out with it wet, not prepared at all.

“Sorry, I didn’t bring it, how about you drink more hot water?

Or keep exercising,” Nan Jiaojiao blinked, her expression now particularly silly and sweet, “If all else fails, take some tissues and go to the bathroom, indulge yourself for a bit?”

Bo Yanching’s gaze darkened, his handsome face tense, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, he didn’t speak, but gently kneaded the back of Nan Jiaojiao’s neck.

His gaze seemed to drown her.

Nan Jiaojiao grasped his pulse, checking it, her expression slightly odd.

“What’s going on, did you take more than one kind of medication?”

“Probably, I’m not quite sure.”

“Besides being hot, is there anything else wrong with your body?”

“Feel weak, not much strength, and —”

Bo Yanching cut himself off, but the look in his eyes became deeper, not entirely innocent.

Nan Jiaojiao’s gaze trembled, her complexion turned pale, yet an undertone of blush appeared under the pallor, especially the charming stance of biting her lip, the alluring tension between her brows and eyes unconsciously emerged.

She took a deep breath, tentatively spoke, voicing his unspoken words: “Want me?”

Bo Yanching’s heart erupted like a volcano, grasping her waist, “Don’t tease, can’t take it.”

The density in his eyes seemed misty, unable to dissipate.

Nan Jiaojiao looked a few more times and knew that the dose of medicine he took was heavy, his consciousness already starting to blur.

She grew bolder, hooking his neck, leaning up to him.

Bo Yanching’s eyes flashed with panic, leaning back to dodge.

Nan Jiaojiao kissed his Adam’s apple.

It was utterly fatal to him.

The hand holding her waist tightened, afraid to hurt her, all the force directed onto himself, causing bulging veins on the back of his hand, the dim light passing by, even the shadow cast on the wall showed how stiff his body was.

“Jiaojiao, don’t mess around, I’m already starting to lose clarity, afraid of hurting you, you’ll resent me tomorrow.”