Chapter 903: Are You Free Tonight

Nan Jiaojiao was puzzled.

Clearly, he was only using one hand to prop against the wardrobe behind her, seemingly leaving lots of gaps, yet no matter how she tried to dodge, she couldn’t escape.

Nan Jiaojiao simply stopped trying to run, leaning back against the cabinet door.

With her legs bent and knees pressing against his shins, her height was reduced to level with his chest, making her look up at him in an adorably naive way.

Bo Yanching’s lips twitched, unable to hold back, he turned his head and chuckled.

“Little trickster!”

He gave a low curse and straightened up.

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly felt her view instantly widen.

She held up her nightgown and waved it at him, “I’m going to change.”

Bo Yanching: “Not changing here?”

Nan Jiaojiao rolled her eyes at him and swiftly went into the bathroom.

By the time she emerged, the bedroom was already rid of the man’s presence.

Bo Yanching was serving the stewed tomato beef brisket from the stove.

Nan Jiaojiao, standing beside him, was staring eagerly, and sensibly served two bowls of rice.

Looking at the table full of dishes, Nan Jiaojiao swung her feet happily, “Thank you, Mr.

Bo.”

Bo Yanching glanced at her, “Your way of addressing me is truly bizarre.”

“Which one do you like?”

Bo Yanching pretended to be astonished, “Can I actually choose?”

Nan Jiaojiao tapped her jawbone with her chopsticks, “I suppose not, there are too many names, I can’t recall them all at once, so you’d better put up with it.”

Bo Yanching chuckled, murmured something softly, but she didn’t catch it.

Bo Yanching ladled a bowl of black fish slice soup and placed it in front of her, Nan Jiaojiao raised her hand in acceptance, holding a soup spoon.

As soon as Bo Yanching left, she immediately scooped two spoonfuls of tomato beef brisket soup over her rice.

He raised his eyebrow slightly, said nothing, and began peeling shrimp.

After peeling each one, he dipped it in sauce and fed it to her mouth.

Sometimes, when Nan Jiaojiao’s mouth was full, he just waited.

After feeding several, Nan Jiaojiao felt guilty and advised, “You don’t have to hold it up, just put it in my bowl.”

Bo Yanching seemed to imply as he glanced at the bowl with beef brisket looking for rice in it in front of her, “If I mix the spicy sauce in your bowl and the taste mixes, wouldn’t you kill me?”

“Am I that inhumane?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s self-questioning made Bo Yanching laugh.

After realizing it herself, she shyly shrank her neck and passed a small bowl over.

Bo Yanching then put the peeled shrimp in the small bowl, for when she wanted to eat, she could grab one and dip it in the sauce herself.

When Nan Jiaojiao was almost full, Bo Yanching started eating.

She was still contemplating whether to slow down and keep him company, unaware that he ate quickly, finishing two bowls of rice in no time, with a fair amount of dishes gone too.

When he was full, Nan Jiaojiao was still lazily picking at the food, leaving one mouthful of rice in her bowl.

Only when she finished picking off the plate, did she eat that last mouthful of rice and elegantly say, “I’m full.”

Bo Yanching drew a paper towel to wipe her mouth, “All dazed and confused, just like a child.”

Nan Jiaojiao leaned her face closer, hearing him say so, immediately wanted to find fault, but she looked for ages and didn’t spot even a grain of rice on his face.

How on earth does one grow, to do everything so gracefully, eating is never a rush, yet his movements were quicker and cleaner than hers.

As she watched more and more, his handsome face seemed to cast a spell, Nan Jiaojiao was inexplicably drawn, “Bo Yanching, are you free tonight?”

“What’s up?”

“I want to sleep with you.”

“Cough—”

Bo Yanching’s hand twitched, rolling the paper towel into his palm, clenching it tightly, the veins stood out on the back of his hand.