Chapter 890: Calming Pill

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him instinctively, but she restrained herself from asking anything.

She simply said, “Okay.”

“And,” Bo Yanching glanced at the table, “when did you start smoking that thing?”

“What?”

Nan Jiaojiao followed his gaze.

She saw the long pipe she had casually thrown on the table, the tobacco pouch was bulging.

“Oh, that, when I stayed at Mist Garden for a few days after coming back, it was too boring, so I learned it from my master.”

Bo Yanching’s mouth twitched.

He wasn’t sure whether to reprimand her first or sigh at Elder Jiang and Old Hu.

He asked indirectly, “Weren’t you not interested in smoking before?”

“I still am not,” Nan Jiaojiao blurted out.

Then she heard Bo Yanching laugh once, “Not interested?

When I saw you, you almost never put the pipe down, and you seemed quite adept at it.”

Nan Jiaojiao really didn’t think there was any praise in his words.

“Isn’t it imposing, though?

Actually, my master doesn’t have much of a smoking addiction either, she prefers drinking.

Smoking is just for show, and the tobacco is mixed with other herbs she prepared, smoking it can actually strengthen the body, besides…”

Bo Yanching thought she would come up with some fallacious reasoning, but her next sentence was even more convincing than any fallacy.

“Don’t I look cool doing it?”

Bo Yanching: “…”

“It’s not a good thing, smoke less of it.”

“Hmm?” Nan Jiaojiao’s face darkened, “Double standards?”

“No, you do look quite good with it, but aren’t you a student?

You often go into labs, having a smoke smell on you might not sit well with your professors.”

Had he directly told her to never smoke again, it would definitely provoke Nan Jiaojiao’s rebellious streak.

But he complimented her looks while reasoning with her, leaving Nan Jiaojiao only with her naïve and sweet thought process, and she quickly agreed.

“Okay, I’ll smoke less.”

“…”

Great, he said it all for nothing, spending so much effort only to hear the words “smoke less.”

Before sleeping, Nan Jiaojiao mumbled against him, “You don’t have to quit smoking to set an example for me; I like watching you smoke.”

“Alright,” Bo Yanching gently stroked her hair, embraced her shoulders and patted them, “I’ll turn off the light.”

Nan Jiaojiao turned over.

The lamp’s switch was just a string, requiring two steps to pull.

After turning it off and lying back, Nan Jiaojiao was already asleep.

He held her in his arms, feeling his heart slowly fill up, the smile on his lips never faded, fortunately he came personally, this calming pill was too satisfying.

Too fulfilled.

The next day.

When Nan Jiaojiao woke up, the spot next to her was already cold.

She stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, before pulling out the phone hidden under her pillow.

After two rings, the other end picked up, and Bo Yanching’s clear, gentle voice reached her ears, “Awake?”

“When did you leave?”

“Two hours ago.”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced sideways at the clock on the wall, “So early, could you even see the road?”

“It’s not early,” Bo Yanching chuckled softly, “What do you want for breakfast?”

Nan Jiaojiao sat up, “I heard you arranged meals for the crew for three days?”

“You’re different, I’ll buy separately for you.”

She chuckled twice, “I can’t think of anything, having the same as everyone else is fine.”

Since she just arrived, it wasn’t good to seek special treatment.

But Bo Yanching was not one to settle so easily, he directly brought a chef over, drove two RVs, and cooked steaks in the early morning.

Chu Yao stood at the doorway of the RV opposite, everyone who received a steak came over with a plate to bow to her.

“Thank you, Sister Chu Yao.”

“Thank you, Sister Yao.”