Chapter 884: We Haven’t Made Up Yet

Nan Jiaojiao silently put down the pomegranate, “When did you two hook up?”

Chu Yao almost choked on her water, hastily grabbed two tissues to wipe her mouth, and looked at Nan Jiaojiao in disbelief.

Seeing her genuinely worried expression, she couldn’t help but laugh, “If I really hooked up with him, what would you do?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s face darkened, “I wish you happiness.”

Chu Yao laughed heartily, “Thank you.”

After causing a ruckus for a while, the agent came to call Chu Yao for filming, and Nan Jiaojiao tagged along, standing next to the Director.

Firstly, to see how the plot had been altered, and secondly, naturally to see the costumes on the actors.

Chu Yao had a night scene, wrapping up by eight o’clock, and she took Nan Jiaojiao to the town to eat local specialties.

Without much disguise, just wearing a fisherman’s hat, she was recognized by the restaurant owner and patrons.

She was generous, never refusing requests for autographs or photos.

The crew had rented a guesthouse in town, just over half an hour’s drive away, and Nan Jiaojiao was given a separate room.

The room was a bit small, but it had a bathroom.

After showering, with a towel draped over her shoulder, she opened the door and suddenly froze, immediately closing it again.

After pausing for two seconds, she opened it again.

It was indeed Bo Yanching.

“What are you doing here?”

He sat on the only single sofa in the room, flipping through a tourist brochure of the Ancient Town.

Seeing her, he closed the booklet.

“No one noticed when I came up.”

His words sounded like a clandestine meeting.

“Jiaojiao, come over.”

She wiped her sweat, “You call me, and I’m supposed to come just like that.”

Bo Yanching was quick to reply, “Then shall I come over?”

Nan Jiaojiao rolled her eyes at him, went to the dressing table, just about to grab something, when she saw it was empty, she ran back to the bed, pulled out a bag from her open suitcase, emptied everything out, picked a few items from a pile of bottles and jars, and sat back down to start her skincare routine in front of the mirror.

Bo Yanching didn’t tease her, his gaze never left her, warmth filled his heart as he hadn’t seen her sit in front of a dressing table for ages.

After Nan Jiaojiao applied a slew of products to her face and donned a facemask, she got up and came over.

Bo Yanching moved over, leaning his arm on the back of the chair, his gaze unwavering as she sat down.

“I came to see you once, leaving tomorrow morning.”

Nan Jiaojiao asked, “Recovered physically?”

“I went to the hospital, had Xu Shu check me.

No issues before boarding the plane.”

“Why not rest for a couple more days, what’s the rush to come here?” Nan Jiaojiao leaned back against the sofa, her head tilted up, just resting on his arm.

Bo Yanching’s hand settled backward, his palm cradled her nape, gently massaging.

As he massaged, they grew closer and closer.

“Came here to find a calming pill for myself.”

Nan Jiaojiao gave him a sidelong glance, “I’m wearing a mask, no kissing.”

Bo Yanching originally hadn’t intended to, but hearing this, he couldn’t help but tease, “No problem, it’s fine to kiss.”

“I feel sorry for my mask, costing dozens per sheet, it’s expensive!”

Nan Jiaojiao pretended to hold her face, quickly sat up, only to be pulled back by Bo Yanching, “Heartless.”

Nan Jiaojiao glared at him, barely furrowed her brows then quickly relaxed for fear of wrinkling the mask, “Why don’t you go now, we haven’t reconciled yet.”

“Sleeping together doesn’t count as reconciliation?”

Since when did sleeping together mean reconciling?

Although it wasn’t their first time, at least keep up appearances.