Chapter 91: The Bad Uncle Who Corrupts Kids

Nan Jiaojiao furrowed her brows, “You seem like the bad uncle who corrupts kids.”

Bo Yanching laughed, a laugh that was incredibly enticing.

He took away the cigarette, placed both hands beside Nan Jiaojiao’s body, leaned down, and encircled her in his arms, “Uncle has even worse things, want to know what they are?”

Nan Jiaojiao instinctively stepped back, her eyes flickering, unable to fix on his face, she felt inexplicably panicked.

Bo Yanching didn’t stop her, he advanced as much as she retreated, suddenly wrapping his arm around her waist, and asked in a low voice, “Are you and Han Qi so close that you can casually flip through each other’s phones?”

A surge of anxiety jumped in Nan Jiaojiao’s heart.

She pursed her lips, unusually wanting to explain, “Last time I went to his private room, he had downloaded the surveillance footage to show me, I was there to ask him to delete the video.”

Bumping into him was purely accidental.

At that thought, Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t help but think of Jih Mingyue.

Back then, Jih Mingyue had entered holding Bo Yanching’s arm, her scandal with a top tycoon had been the buzz of the town, and if Bo Yanching hadn’t tacitly allowed it, she wouldn’t have been so brazen.

Bo Yanching waited, thinking she would ask, and if she asked, he would explain.

But the young girl preferred to wrestle with her own thoughts, frowning without ever opening her mouth.

He sighed, showing a hint of weakness, “Don’t you want to ask about me and Jih Mingyue?”

Nan Jiaojiao hung her head low, her lashes shining with a thin layer of moisture, not like tears but more like the water she had accidentally wiped on herself from his body during the tussle earlier.

She lifted her hand and brushed his shoulder, deliberately changing the subject, “Why did you come out without drying yourself?”

“You didn’t have one ready for me, this towel is what I found while rummaging through the closet, fresh out of the package, I didn’t dare to use the towels on your drying rack.”

His words were careful and loaded with suggestive meaning.

“Oh.”

Nan Jiaojiao rummaged around and pulled out a knitted sweater from the bed.

Before rubbing it on his body, her hand withdrew for a moment.

“I haven’t worn it, it’s very clean, do you want to wipe yourself?”

“Heh,” Bo Yanching laughed.

He straightened up slightly, still hooking her waist with his hand, crafting a very intimate distance between them, yet managing the atmosphere just right.

“Alright, do it.”

Nan Jiaojiao, eyes lowered, didn’t look at his face, seriously using the sweater to dry the droplets on his body, her gaze slowly following the path her hands had traced.

The light was too dim, she couldn’t see clearly, her hand brushing past the towel around his waist, startled by the cool dampness.

Her hand trembled, causing her to drop the sweater, her eyelashes fluttering, timidly lifting up her wet eyes to look at him.

“Done.”

“Mm.”

Bo Yanching’s Adam’s apple bobbed with a very restrained movement.

His body was tensed to the point of bursting.

Nan Jiaojiao probably didn’t realize that her occasionally shy demeanour, clumsy and adorable, was extremely provocative.

Bo Yanching moved closer, his palm gripping her slender waist, pulling her towards himself, “Actually, it’s okay not to wipe, you’ll break into a sweat again later.”

Nan Jiaojiao felt her soul tremble in response.

His words had a double meaning, and she understood all too well what he implied.

“You,” she started to say something, but Bo Yanching suddenly kissed her on the lips.

“I’ve showered, ready to sleep?”

Nan Jiaojiao felt uncomfortable and edged back, until her shoulders hit the head of the bed; Bo Yanching advanced, their foreheads touching, his voice playfully rising, “Hmm?”

Nan Jiaojiao, feeling Bo Yanching was sometimes really…

flirtatious.