Chapter 936: Baby I Really Miss You

After a while, Nan Jiaojiao returned, unwrapped two pairs of chopsticks, and stuffed one pair into his hand.

She wiggled excitedly from side to side, “Eat up, eat up!

I saved a lot for you.

Sister Mi and the others were complaining that I gave them too little.”

Bo Yanching, seeing she still had some conscience, casually chatted along with her, “Do you often order late-night snacks?”

“I only order when I’m hungry,” Nan Jiaojiao held the chopsticks to the corner of her mouth, “Sister Mi and her assistants keep hoping I’ll get hungry at night so they can have a snack.

With Chu Yao around, they don’t dare to order for themselves, but if I do, Chu Yao at most locks herself in her room in anger.”

Bo Yanching took the chopsticks away from her mouth, “Little one, getting this happy over some food.”

Nan Jiaojiao pouted her lips, giving him a sulky look with her eyes.

Bo Yanching immediately surrendered, then picked up a butterfly shrimp with chopsticks, peeled the meat, and placed it in her bowl.

“Don’t be angry, filling the stomach is the most important thing.”

Initially, Nan Jiaojiao was willing to peel for herself, but after a few she refused to move, since Bo Yanching was peeling and feeding her, even the crab leg meat was thoroughly cleaned.

So she confidently sat on the sofa playing games.

After eating her fill, she shook her head, refusing to eat any more.

Bo Yanching then finished off the rest and cleaned up the trash.

In the evening, with the lights off, Nan Jiaojiao lay on top of him, her face resting on his chest, limbs wrapped around him like an octopus, refusing to get on the bed.

Bo Yanching lay flat, thinking she was just messing around for a bit, but after a long time she still wouldn’t move.

His shoulder ached with soreness, so he patted her back, “How am I supposed to sleep like this?”

Nan Jiaojiao wouldn’t let him move, “I’m sleeping just fine.”

Bo Yanching’s hand, which was pushed away, hung in the air for a moment before resting it behind his head, looking up at the dusty chandelier on the ceiling.

He asked, “Do you want an innocent sleep, or not so innocent?”

Nan Jiaojiao opened her eyes, the fingers on his chest curled in, rolling towards her palms.

She pursed her lips, buried her face in his embrace, and mumbled, “What do you think?”

There was no way Bo Yanching could hold back anymore, flipping her onto her back.

As the passion intensified, Nan Jiaojiao turned her head to dodge, but Bo Yanching pulled her back, “Don’t mess around, otherwise brushing my teeth was in vain.”

“Bo Yanching, you’re really getting old and horny!”

“Mm.”

Bo Yanching pulled down her hand, his voice growing hoarser with every word, “Baby, I really miss you.”

Nan Jiaojiao held his shoulder, her gaze brushing past his ear to look above, complaining, “I told you not to call me baby, ‘sweetheart’ won’t work either.”

“I won’t call you that during the day.”

“…”

Nan Jiaojiao fell silent, feeling as though saying anything would get her wrapped around his finger.

But staying silent was worse.

By the second half of the night, her mind was foggy and she couldn’t remember what sweet words he whispered beside her.

She was tired and sleepy, her body aching.

She groggily touched his wound, murmuring, “Does it still hurt?

It really doesn’t hurt, does it?

You said it didn’t hurt, so I’ll pretend it doesn’t, but…

Bo Yanching, I really do hurt, I’ll never stab you again, it’s miserable.”

Bo Yanching’s eyebrow twitched for a moment.

He tilted his head slightly, staring at the blushing face of the sleeping girl in his arms, chuckled softly, “Silly, it stopped hurting long ago.”

That stab couldn’t possibly hurt for so long.

What truly hurt him wasn’t the stab, but that she was the one who did it.

He didn’t bring it up, not realizing that it had almost become a devil on her mind.

The next day, Nan Jiaojiao was awakened by the alarm clock, instinctively reaching to the side.