Chapter 92: It's late at night you should go

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t let him get any closer, her hand clenched into a fist, lightly resting on his shoulder.

“It’s late, you should leave,” she said.

Bo Yanching fell silent for a moment, his gaze deep and knowing like the night.

He looked at Nan Jiaojiao’s cold, clear face and suddenly felt a sense of helplessness.

The hand that had been hooked around her slender waist slowly moved forward, gradually tightening his embrace while he spoke, his thin lips almost touching the corner of her mouth, “It’s very cold outside, do you want to send me away?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s throat caught.

He was seducing her!

Nan Jiaojiao not only felt her legs begin to float, but her hands also started trembling, her entire body covered with tiny granules.

She bit her lip and turned her head away, “Just remember to wear a coat, and you won’t be cold.”

Bo Yanching tightened his grip, pinching her little waist and coaxing her face back toward him, but this time he didn’t touch her with his hands.

Instead, he nudged her with his nose, prompting her to turn her head and meet his gaze.

“Are you serious?” he asked.

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes were panicked, dazed, and then she gently nodded her head, “Mhm.”

Bo Yanching took a deep breath inwardly.

Risky!

“Alright.”

He held her close, “Just a moment, don’t move.”

Nan Jiaojiao was no fool; she could feel the abnormality in Bo Yanching’s body.

Even though it was somewhat uncomfortable being held so tightly, she obediently stayed still.

Not until Bo Yanching softly sighed by her ear did he release her and go into the bathroom.

A while later, he came out, already dressed in his shirt and trousers.

Nan Jiaojiao sat on the bed, wrapping herself into a little dumpling with the blanket, showing only a pair of eyes, staring blankly at her small, exposed feet.

Bo Yanching originally had some anger in his heart and intended to leave directly, but seeing her like that, he couldn’t bear to go.

He walked over, ruffled her hair, and said softly, “I’m going now, lock the door properly, and go to sleep early.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t make a sound.

Bo Yanching covered her feet and then exposed her nose and mouth that were buried in the blanket, his fingertip touching her warm cheek, he chuckled, “Silly girl, you can breathe now.”

Only then did Nan Jiaojiao look up at him, her eyes watery.

As their eyes met, a mysterious surge of emotion spread quickly like vines.

Suddenly, she stood up and clung to him.

Bo Yanching instinctively wrapped his arms around her, the little girl wrapping her legs around him, embracing his neck with her arms, her face against his heart, confused and vulnerable.

“What’s wrong, Jiaojiao?” he stroked the back of her head.

Nan Jiaojiao’s hair had become electrically charged due to the friction with the blanket, and it felt fuzzy and prickly in his palm, just like his current mood.

Nan Jiaojiao wriggled in his embrace, “I’ll walk you out.”

Bo Yanching laughed, “You’re sending me off like this?”

“Mhm,” Nan Jiaojiao murmured softly, her voice tender, “I can’t find my shoes, so just carry me.”

Bo Yanching spotted the cartoon slippers by his feet.

“Alright.”

Carrying her, he picked up the suit jacket that had fallen at the bedroom door.

He had come in a rush, with the intention to settle a score, but upon arrival, seeing Nan Jiaojiao already asleep, he felt annoyed.

She was angry with him, yet she could sleep so soundly.

He was so eager to undress that he wanted to dig her out from the bed, but as he kissed her, he couldn’t bear to do so anymore.

Just like now, the little girl was telling him to leave, and he still had to obediently hold her and go out by himself.

“Should I open the door?” Bo Yanching asked.

Nan Jiaojiao jumped down from his arms, took a step back, leaning against the shoe cabinet, “Okay, drive safely.”

Bo Yanching pinched her chin, bent down to kiss her, creating a distance between them where another person could fit, yet he kissed her from afar like that.