Chapter 902: Scheming All Along

Nan Jiaojiao was not used to him at all, swinging her fist to greet him.

This level of force, Bo Yanching could handle, yet he still let out a light groan.

Muffled and sly.

Afterwards, he looked at her with a particularly calm and abstinent expression, “Go take a bath.”

Nan Jiaojiao curled her lips, “Playing the decent guy, huh.”

Bo Yanching stepped back two steps, restrained and polite, nodded at her, and then took his beloved ingredients to the kitchen.

Nan Jiaojiao stayed in the living room for a while and then went to the master bedroom to take a bath.

There are only two rooms here, the second bedroom has only one bed and a computer desk, not a hint of sitting mark on the chair, apparently not often sat on, besides which there is a smaller study.

So his room was easy to find.

In the bathroom, there were unopened toiletries for women, and Nan Jiaojiao picked out a bottle of body wash.

After showering, she emerged to find Bo Yanching smoking on the balcony.

One of the glass sliding doors was open, the curtain lightly fluttering, Jinglan’s floor was higher than Feisheng’s, and from the living room perspective, not much of the lights could be seen, instead the pitch-black sky occupied most of the view.

Bo Yanching seemed like a solitary figure standing under the sky.

He bent over, his arms curved, a cigarette between his fingers reaching out beyond the railing.

Upon hearing the light footsteps behind him, he turned his head to stub out the cigarette.

Nan Jiaojiao tiptoed in, planning to sneak close and startle him, but he suddenly turned around, their eyes met, and her interest instantly vanished.

“Can’t you pretend you didn’t hear?”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow, how to describe it, that look in his eyes.

Scanning her from the tips of her hair to her toes.

No wicked thoughts or smiles in his eyes, yet still nestling a disarming gentle hue.

“Why come out dressed like that?”

Nan Jiaojiao tugged at the man’s shirt she was wearing, the hem too long, reaching her thighs, “You don’t have my clothes here, and I don’t want to wear my changed clothes.”

“Why not?”

Bo Yanching walked in, closed the sliding door, shutting out the wind from the balcony.

He held Nan Jiaojiao’s hand, leading her into the master bedroom’s walk-in closet, opening the inner cabinets lined with women’s clothing.

He picked out a set of fleece cartoon pajamas, skipping the comparison step altogether, “Want me to dress you?”

Nan Jiaojiao frowned, “They’re not washed.”

“They’ve been washed and scented, and there’s no tag, you can check yourself.”

Nan Jiaojiao did give it a few flips, not that she didn’t trust Bo Yanching, just found it hard to believe, knowing he was truthful, so her sifting was rather perfunctory.

She asked, “When did you prepare these?”

Bo Yanching didn’t immediately answer, Nan Jiaojiao found it odd, looked up at him, only to crash into the deep gaze of the man.

“After you left.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s fingers curled slightly, letting out a dry laugh, “Really?

Quite thoughtful, thank you.”

Bo Yanching frowned, dissatisfied, “Is that it?”

“What else, call you out for plotting against me all along?”

She casually joked, but Bo Yanching took it seriously, suddenly approaching her, his arm nudging her.

The force was light, but Nan Jiaojiao, barefoot on the carpet, hadn’t expected his sudden move, being bumped against the wardrobe.

The man leaned over, fully utilizing his height to intimidate, imposing as ever, “My intentions toward you, isn’t that an unspoken truth?”

Nan Jiaojiao bit her lip corner, took a sneaky glance at him, quietly took the pajamas from his hand.

Attempting to escape right under his nose.

Wherever she hid, he followed.