Chapter 906: I'm Hungry

The next day.

Nan Jiaojiao woke up to find herself still in Bo Yanching’s arms.

She was a bit confused and instinctively glanced at the clock on the wall.

“What’s wrong?”

Nan Jiaojiao moved, waking Bo Yanching, who half-opened his eyes and looked down to see her puzzled face.

He seemed to have a knack for reading minds, saying, “It’s the weekend, I didn’t plan to work today, I’ll keep you company.”

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, not even having a chance to speak.

Her hand curled up, she gently nudged him, “Then why didn’t you exercise this morning?”

Bo Yanching sank deeper into the quilt; she was restless in her sleep, always burrowing under the pillow.

Worried she would get a stiff neck, he often kept watch until midnight, and whenever she burrowed, he’d move her back onto the pillow.

Yet, in the morning, her head wasn’t on the pillow but resting against it, so talking to him required lifting her eyes, which was tiring.

It was tiring for him too, craning his neck to look at her like this.

So he positioned himself on the same visual plane as her.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulled her close, and affectionately nudged her forehead, “Just one day left, I can’t bear it.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes sparkled immediately, but she quickly realized, glancing at the window, “Stop it, there’s no gym here, it’s raining outside, where would you go for a run?”

Bo Yanching chuckled deeply, “So clever.”

His voice, mixed with a coarse texture from having just woken up, was pleasant to Nan Jiaojiao, who leaned in to kiss him, “No more sleeping, let’s get up.”

Bo Yanching’s dark eyes were mysterious; as she tried to climb over him, he hugged her back and pressed her into his embrace.

Half-tilting his head, he met her hasty gaze, “Who told me last night that after eating and being warm one thinks of lustful things?

I don’t quite understand, why don’t you tell me?”

Nan Jiaojiao was momentarily stunned, realizing she’d been teased, she punched him in the chest indignantly, “You’ve been talking cryptically since last night, always picking up on what I say, is that fun?

What’s the point?

Bo Yanching, if you don’t know what this means, then no one in the world does.”

Bo Yanching accepted her mockery calmly, “Am I that grand in your eyes?”

He said…

What the heck?

Is that something one describes as grand?

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t bother arguing nonsense with him, “I’m hungry, I want to eat!”

“Perfect,” Bo Yanching didn’t let go of her, his Adam’s apple seemed to slow down, holding her gaze as he swallowed, “I’m hungry too.”

With that, he pulled the quilt up, enclosing her inside.

Nan Jiaojiao knew he had misunderstood, struggled for a long time, and half-heartedly gave in.

The strength she had was entirely consumed by him.

Afterward, she lay stubbornly on the bed, kicking him constantly with her feet.

Bo Yanching picked her up from the bed and put her in the bathtub to bathe.

He finished showering first, leaving the bathroom to her, then went to the guest room to wash up.

Messed around for two hours, at this point it was time for brunch; they’re expected at the old house by noon, eating too much might hurt, but if she’s not full, she’ll fuss.

Fortunately, there was half a bowl of tomato beef stew left over from last night.

Bo Yanching cooked two bowls of noodles and fried two eggs as garnish; as soon as they were set on the table, Nan Jiaojiao came out.

The two sat together and ate the noodles, tidied up briefly, and then set out.

On the way past the pastry shop, Nan Jiaojiao bought some treats she and the children loved, while Old Lady Bo’s supplements were in a special flagship store; Bo Yanching made a special trip to fetch a month’s supply for her.

Arriving at the old mansion, neither early nor late, exactly at eleven o’clock.