Chapter 966: What's the Rush

No need to point it out.

It’s hanging on the wall, you see it as soon as you walk into the bathroom.

Bo Yanching took down a towel, wiped the water off the sink, and then lifted Nan Jiaojiao up to sit on the counter, all while holding her with one arm.

His arm strength is incredible.

Nan Jiaojiao squeezed the muscle on his arm, satisfied, with eyes curved like a fox’s, smiling cheekily.

Bo Yanching took down her bun, held a hairdryer with one hand, and skillfully messed with her hair with the other.

He didn’t mind her playful hands, just looked at her face, teasing lightly, “What’s the rush?”

Nan Jiaojiao had that little thought.

It wasn’t hard to guess.

But being exposed by him face-to-face made her feel embarrassed.

She formed a fist and punched his chest, “Bo Yanching, you’re so perverted, any action can be turned indecent by you.”

“Hmm.”

Bo Yanching responded leisurely, “What are you touching?”

“Chest muscles.” Nan Jiaojiao blurted out.

Her fist was soft and powerless, lightly punching, fingers gliding across his chest muscle over the shirt.

Anyway, the atmosphere was controlled by him, so she couldn’t be bothered to be coy and grunted, “Not bad workout, keep it up.”

Bo Yanching chuckled, not arguing with her.

After drying her hair, he wrapped the hairdryer’s cord up and hung it on the wall.

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly jumped onto him, luckily he hadn’t stepped away, and though he hadn’t seen her coming, his body instinctively caught her.

She didn’t let Bo Yanching hold her tight, leaning to his ear and whispering, “Hurry up with your shower, I’m waiting.”

She slipped off him right after saying that.

Tantalized and dashed away.

Afraid he’d chase, she even closed the door.

Even in games, her combo move was faster than using a flash.

Bo Yanching didn’t move initially, only opened the door after counting half a minute in his heart.

Nan Jiaojiao was half leaning against the door frame, the other half was lying on the door.

When he opened it, she nearly fell in, quickly clutching the frame.

Seeing she couldn’t hold on, he just hugged her.

“Aren’t you going to help a bit?”

And she still has the nerve to be mad?

Bo Yanching tilted his head inward, “Why not just come in and watch?”

“No way!”

Nan Jiaojiao pouted, haughtily turning and walking away, adding an unnecessary line, “I’m afraid of getting a sty.”

“Well, you certainly grew quite a few, digesting them well enough.”

Nan Jiaojiao froze at that, suddenly came back to her senses, and ran towards him, but before she was a few steps away, Bo Yanching shut the door.

She made an emergency stop, protected her face, slapped the door with both palms, “I’ll deal with you when you come out!”

Her threat was babyish, more like sweet talking than threatening.

When Bo Yanching finally came out, there was only one lamp left on; a floor lamp beside the sofa, its light couldn’t illuminate the entire bed where Nan Jiaojiao lay, covered by the blanket, a shadow cast over it.

Bo Yanching roughly dried his hair tips, tossed the towel over the lamp, and switched it off.

He lifted the covers, about to lie down, but Nan Jiaojiao was lying sideways with one foot stretched to the bed’s edge.

As he got on, she kicked, her leg strong, holding back his calf so he couldn’t sleep.

Bo Yanching said, “Should I sleep on the couch then?”

Nan Jiaojiao immediately crawled up, withdrew her foot, knelt on the bed for a moment for easy side lying, naturally hanging her limbs over him.

“Don’t even think about it.”

A hint of amusement crossed the man’s eyes, he covered his chest with the blanket, arm bent beneath his head, leaning towards her.

“Let’s sleep.”