Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

Chapter 883: Torture

“Since you can’t sleep, don’t sleep.”

Shen Fanxing shook her head and said, “You endured it last night. Today is the last day…”

Bo Jinchuan smiled.

He planted a deep kiss on her lips.

Sensing her messy and warm breath, he smiled and said,

“I can tolerate it, but you seem to be the one who can’t…”

Shen Fanxing blushed.

She wanted to tense up, but the scene under the blanket made her feel ashamed.

“I really can’t…”

“Don’t suppress yourself.”

“I want to see your mother today…”

“Yes, just once.”

“…” She didn’t believe his “just this once”!

Bo Jinchuan didn’t care if she believed him or not. He had already kicked off her pajama pants.

Feeling his occasional touch on her body, it was obvious that she couldn’t tolerate it. In her nervousness, when the man held her leg at an angle, she suddenly raised her head and kissed him. Then, she slid down and sucked his Adam’s apple.

Shen Fanxing could sense that his aura had intensified and the light in his eyes was terrifying.

He bent his head to kiss Shen Fanxing, but she pressed her chin against his.

Bo Jinchuan looked at her in confusion, but his body was about to sink.

In the end, she was stopped again.

“Yes?”

Shen Fanxing blushed and smiled at him. “Do you remember the note you left me at the award ceremony?”

Bo Jinchuan’s eyes flickered.

Shen Fanxing knew that he remembered, but she continued,

“What did you call me up there?”

Bo Jinchuan raised an eyebrow and asked, “Since when did you become so good at torturing people?”

“I just want to hear it with my own ears.”

Bo Jinchuan pulled her hand away and kissed her hard.

“I’m torturing you.”

In the end, he exerted more strength before he separated her again.

When his body sank into her warmth, Bo Jinchuan gave her a peck under her dazed and accusing gaze.

She lowered her head and whispered in a low and hoarse voice.

“It’s comfortable, baby.”

With a loud bang, Shen Fanxing’s face turned red and her body shrank involuntarily.

“Uh…”

Bo Jinchuan let out a low snort, his scalp turning numb from her sudden flinch.

She almost gave him an explanation.

“Are you trying to kill me? Huh? Baby?”

Shen Fanxing blushed and felt her body burning.

She closed her eyes, not daring to look at Bo Jinchuan.

“Don’t… don’t say anymore…”

“Don’t you want to hear it? I’ll tell you every day, okay?”

“Ah, yes…”

Bo Jinchuan didn’t give Shen Fanxing a chance to speak.

Because even if she refused—

It didn’t work either.

Finally…

‘Once?’

That was impossible.

It was seven o’clock and Shen Fanxing hadn’t stopped for more than an hour.

When Bo Jinchuan carried Shen Fanxing out of the bathroom, her face was cold.

“Didn’t you say it was just once?”

Bo Jinchuan glanced at her before putting on his pants elegantly.

He said calmly,

“I said it once before, but didn’t you seduce me later?”

“…”

Shen Fanxing pressed her lips and stared at Bo Jinchuan.

Bo Jinchuan’s expression was indifferent. He picked up the shirt on the sofa and shook it vigorously before putting it on.

Shen Fanxing’s eyes flashed and her lips twitched. She strode towards Bo Jinchuan and grabbed his shirt.

“What are you doing?”

Bo Jinchuan glanced at her coldly and said coldly,

“Get dressed.”

Shen Fanxing lifted his left hand, which was covered in ink.

“This was worn yesterday.”

Bo Jinchuan snorted a few times.

“I have nothing to wear.”

Shen Fanxing rubbed her forehead and glanced at him.

“You were so fearless just now. Are you waiting for me here?”

Bo Jinchuan didn’t reply and continued to put on his clothes.

“Alright, alright. I was wrong. I was wrong. I’ll buy it for you today!”

She took off his shirt and threw it aside.

She walked to the wardrobe and picked out a brand new shirt before putting it on for him.

She helped Bo Jinchuan put on his shirt and a dark blue tie.

She found a suit for him to wear.

Not long after, the man in a suit appeared in front of her.

His expensive suit fit his tall and slender body perfectly.

He was noble and dignified, and his elegant and steady aura exuded a sense of coldness.

She had a cold and aloof attitude.

She was completely different from when they were in bed.

Who would have thought that this cold and elegant man would be so fierce just now?

Shen Fanxing pressed her lips and blushed slightly.

Bo Jinchuan looked at her shy expression and his thin lips curled into a smile.

He wrapped his long arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

Shen Fanxing placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him. “Don’t crease your clothes.”

Bo Jinchuan pressed his forehead against hers and whispered,

“Why didn’t you buy it yesterday? You went to the mall.”

Shen Fanxing pursed her lips and said, “I’m not in the mood after being disgusted by someone.”

Bo Jinchuan’s face darkened. “Who?”

Shen Fanxing chuckled and said, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll settle this myself.”

“Tell me if you have anything.”

Shen Fanxing nodded and said, “Of course, but you don’t have to do it yourself. I have to tell someone personally that I’m not a pushover.”

Bo Jinchuan chuckled and said, “Soft.”

Shen Fanxing paused. Seeing the man’s lowered gaze, she understood instantly.

She pushed Bo Jinchuan away and said, “You’re not serious.”

—

Although she had been feeling uneasy about meeting Bo Jinchuan’s mother in the past few days, her clothes, words and actions had been running through her mind.

In the end, Shen Fanxing threw away all her previous concerns.

She could hold the first meeting, but she couldn’t always hold it in the future.

She was such a person. It was better if he liked her. If he didn’t, she would find a way to make him like her.

At most… she would escape with Bo Jinchuan!

Amused by her own thoughts, Shen Fanxing couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re not nervous anymore?”

The two of them were walking towards the main residence. Seeing that Shen Fanxing wasn’t as nervous as before, Bo Jinchuan’s mood improved.

“Don’t I still have you?”

Bo Jinchuan wrapped his arm around her waist and smiled. “Yes, I’m here.”

The two of them chatted as they walked. When they reached the main residence, Bo Jinghang was yawning on the sofa.

Seeing the two of them enter, she greeted them lazily.

Beside the living room stood the exceptionally beautiful Yuan Sichun.

Seeing the two of them walking in while chatting and laughing, the smile on Yuan Sichun’s face froze imperceptibly before it deepened.

Ming Lang greeted them briskly.

“Good morning, Brother Bo!”

“Good morning, Sister-in-law!”

Shen Fanxing pursed her lips as interest flashed across her eyes.