Chapter 901: I've Been Restrained Enough

Nan Jiaojiao pressed her hand against Bo Yanching’s chest and gave him a push.

Not too hard and not too soft, the force was just enough to wake the man, who opened his eyes to look at her, begrudgingly brushing his lips against hers and hoarsely asking, “What are you doing?”

Nan Jiaojiao opened her hand to show him.

It was a button that had been pulled off his shirt.

“Hmm?” He didn’t understand why she was showing it to him.

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, “It wasn’t on purpose.

I’m usually not this impatient.”

Bo Yanching immediately understood and chuckled, “I know.”

But his next words were rather cheeky, “But I am.”

He picked her up and walked towards the living room, “I’ve already restrained myself enough.”

Nan Jiaojiao grabbed his arm, looked up with her neck tense, and every time he leaned down for a kiss, she would shy away a bit, eyeing the large bags piled by the entrance.

“Aren’t you going to take care of the stuff?”

“I’ll deal with it later.”

Nan Jiaojiao held his head, making him look up, and grumbled resentfully, “But I’m hungry.”

Bo Yanching’s deep eyes were intense, suppressing a simmering desire, “You said you’d be back in the morning but changed the ticket last minute without telling me.

I set aside the whole day, only to pick you up at night.

You’re leaving again tomorrow night, Jiaojiao, are you deliberately torturing me just for this short visit back?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s brow twitched.

She really had some urgent matters; two costumes for her scenes had issues, and she had to do some last-minute adjustments.

Fortunately, Chu Yao managed everything, so no one dared to make things difficult for her.

Otherwise, with those celebrity attitudes, there’s no way today would’ve worked out.

“Didn’t I already text you?”

“Just one text to dismiss me?”

“What else could I have done!” Nan Jiaojiao blurted out, yet she was feeling shy and her appearance was adorably naive, seemingly devoid of any annoyance.

Her soft and cute voice made Bo Yanching nervous.

She turned her head with a huff, “We’re not even reconciled yet, and you’re already trying to drag me to bed, pervert.”

Bo Yanching cupped her face, his deep eyes gazing into hers, causing Nan Jiaojiao to curl up her limbs.

He then tugged his lips into a faint smile and said, “You’re right, we’re not reconciled yet, so it is indeed improper.”

“Huh?”

Nan Jiaojiao was suddenly dazed.

Bo Yanching released her, and at that time, she was sitting on the back of the sofa.

In the darkness, she didn’t realize she had been placed onto something soft.

When he let go, Nan Jiaojiao slid off the back of the sofa, grabbing his collar in panic to pull herself back.

“Shouldn’t you have caught me!”

Bo Yanching offered some support; her reaction was too quick, his hand barely touched her before she steadied herself on her own.

Which made him smile helplessly, “I dare not, it wouldn’t be proper.”

“Hey…”

He stepped back, pressing the switch to light up the living room.

As the light flooded in, Nan Jiaojiao squinted, adjusting until she could open her eyes again and saw Bo Yanching bending down to pick up the shopping bags at the entrance.

Picking up two with each hand, he walked back inside.

“Bo Yanching.”

When he passed through the living room, he didn’t stop.

“Bo Yanching!” Nan Jiaojiao kicked the sofa.

The man turned his gaze to her, “What’s wrong?”

Nan Jiaojiao swung her legs, her face flushed, “It’s too high, I can’t get down.”

High?

Just half a meter, is that high?

Bo Yanching walked back, switched the shopping bags to one hand, and picked her up with his other hand.

After she stood firmly, he nodded seriously, “It is quite high, no wonder you were so startled.”