Chapter 886: Bo Yanching Did It Hurt Back Then

“You’re lying to me?”

Bo Yanching glanced downward, gesturing her to look to the right.

Nan Jiaojiao touched the spot where she had been stabbed, and there was already a hardened scar.

After her outburst, a strong sense of guilt surged in.

“I’m sorry, stabbing you back then was out of necessity.”

Bo Yanching looked at her, “What kind of necessity?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s expression was calm, “A bullet was coming at that time, there wasn’t enough time.

I originally intended to pull you away, but it was too quick, so I had to change direction with you.”

Even though she spoke calmly, Bo Yanching was horrified.

He suddenly realized and pulled her into his arms, asking her “where” while searching.

Soon he found a bullet wound on her lower back.

His fingers suddenly trembled, his breath pressed down, and he forced himself to calm down, pressing against that wound.

His voice unconsciously carried a tremble: “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Nan Jiaojiao said, “I was running for my life.

How could I have the time to explain to you?”

Bo Yanching curled up in pain.

She had been back for days and was just the same as before, lazy and carefree, not showing any signs of something being wrong.

He didn’t know what she had gone through after leaving, and he even tried to subtly inquire from Chu Yao without success.

He figured Yeh Hannian would take good care of her, never expecting she left with a bullet buried in her waist.

How painful it must have been!

“Let me see.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t hide anything.

If he wanted to see, he could see.

She had been using Hibiscus Ointment for a while, and the scar had actually faded a lot.

But she was wearing a jumpsuit, and Bo Yanching couldn’t find where to unfasten it.

He asked with restrained patience: “How to take it off?”

Nan Jiaojiao made a gesture, “From the top, take it all the way down.”

When she said this, her gaze was so innocent, enthusiastically explaining to him, including demonstrating how far it should go, fearing he wouldn’t understand, smartly adding, “That’s how I do it when I want to use the bathroom at night.”

Bo Yanching was silent for at least three seconds.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“It’s cold, it makes my upper body shiver, but it passes if I endure it for a bit.

This outfit is convenient, it doesn’t wrinkle no matter how you turn at night.”

Bo Yanching’s expression was indescribable.

He truly just wanted to see the wound, not her body.

What’s maddening is, Nan Jiaojiao wasn’t guarded against him, making him feel even a deeper thought was impolite.

“Go change into another outfit, where are your two-piece sets?”

“No way, I’ve already put this on, why change again?

It’s not like I’m doing a fashion show at night.”

For a laziness-prone person, asking to move any little bit more is a violation of life.

Bo Yanching had no choice but to touch the gunshot wound through her clothes.

Initially, they were sitting apart, but at some point, something felt off, and Nan Jiaojiao climbed onto his lap, nestling her head in his chest.

She was also touching his wound, tracing circles with her fingers, neither daring to press too hard nor too light that it wasn’t careful enough.

She never lifted his shirt to look, but she was so familiar with wounds that she could outline the shape of the injury just by touch.

“Bo Yanching,” Nan Jiaojiao quietly grasped the hem of his shirt, “did it hurt back then?”

“No, it didn’t hurt.”

“Liar.”

Nan Jiaojiao pressed her face against his chest, her nose touching the third button on his shirt, her voice muffled, “It must have hurt a lot, I didn’t know my strength at the time, and when I left, I kept wondering if I might have killed you.

If that happened, I would have…”