Chapter 905: Does This Count as Making Up

The tenderness in his eyes could drown her.

“What time is it?”

Bo Yanching glanced at his watch, “Eight-thirty.”

“It’s not early,” Nan Jiaojiao snuggled against the pillow, originally lying on her side facing the TV, she switched to lying on her back, “Do you want to sleep?”

“Depends on you.”

“Then let’s sleep.

I don’t feel like showering, I washed my feet when I changed clothes just now.”

Bo Yanching chuckled, “I’ll carry you in.”

Speaking, he picked her up horizontally and moved towards the master bedroom.

He couldn’t free a hand to turn on the light, and Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t find the switch, so she accepted it.

The bedroom door wasn’t closed, and the faint light and TV glow coming in was enough to see the path.

Bo Yanching placed her on the bed.

Just as he was about to straighten his half-bent waist, Nan Jiaojiao wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down.

“Are you leaving?”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow, “Do you want me to leave?”

Nan Jiaojiao was most annoyed by this back-and-forth.

Her hand reached the hair on the back of his neck, like a hook; her heart felt hooked like with claws, she grumbled, “You’ve been pretending to be aloof all evening, enough already.”

Bo Yanching gently stroked her arm, “When did I pretend?”

Nan Jiaojiao shifted a bit, leaning closer to him, “I have something to say but don’t know if I should.”

“Then don’t say it,” Bo Yanching teased her deliberately.

Sure enough, she was teased into a huff, “Bo Yanching!”

He immediately changed his tune, “Tell me.”

“The ancients said, ‘when full and warm, one thinks of lustful desires.’ I don’t really understand Chinese, can you explain it to me?”

“Heh heh…”

His laugh was a soft, low sound that carried a hint of seductive allure.

He didn’t have to explain it, he acted it out.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

Without the lights on, they were making each other’s hearts itch unbearably; they knew each other’s sensitive spots better than their own bodies.

It was only natural that what happened next followed logically.

Nan Jiaojiao once again got to experience just how bad and charming Bo Yanching could be.

He deliberately paused at the crucial moment just as Nan Jiaojiao’s consciousness was becoming unclear, asking her, “Does this mean we’ve made up?”

Nan Jiaojiao bit her lip hard, her whole body trembling slightly, “I don’t know.”

Bo Yanching said hoarsely, “Tell me, have we?”

“Nobody does it like you!”

“What am I like?”

“You!”

Nan Jiaojiao, exasperated, pulled down his neck and said something through gritted teeth next to his ear.

Bo Yanching, holding her waist, said, “No way, just trying to take advantage without saying it clearly.”

Nan Jiaojiao instantly opened her eyes, “Bo Yanching, in this situation, who’s taking advantage of who!”

Bo Yanching wasn’t buying it, “So have we or haven’t we made up?”

“No…” As soon as Nan Jiaojiao began to speak, he started tickling her, and the words turned soft like a kitten.

“We have made up.”

Bo Yanching: “Then, will you still…”

“As long as you don’t make a fuss.”

That sentence “Will there still be a fuss in the future” was intercepted by her.

He laughed helplessly, “Alright, I won’t make a fuss, I absolutely won’t mess with you, and you don’t mess with me, okay?”

Nan Jiaojiao bashfully nodded, “Okay.”

Bo Yanching flipped over with her in his arms.

He lay on the pillow with the light coming in from outside the bedroom perfectly outlining his sharp features.

His deep-set eyes looked at her unblinkingly.

Nan Jiaojiao felt truly mesmerized.

As they took a break, she felt regretful again.

As the ancients also said:

“Lust is a knife hanging over one’s head.”

Whoever the sage was who said that, she really wanted to open their coffin to give them a high-five.

The allure of beauty leads one astray.

So damn true!