Nan Jiaojiao secretly stretched out a finger, pressed it against his chest, and gently pushed outward, trying to sneakily put a bit of distance between them, but that little move made Bo Yanching very displeased. He caught her hand and pulled it around his waist.
The body that had just pulled back pressed down again, and his lowered dark eyes looked into hers with a distinctly predatory edge.
"Still want to mess around?"
Nan Jiaojiao hurriedly shook her head. "No, no, I swear I won't touch you again."
Bo Yanching angrily pinched her cheek. "You just don't have a single peaceful moment in a day, do you."
Yet he fell for it every time, often feeling like he was her personal plaything.
The rain gradually eased up, and Bo Yanching found a barbecue place close to home.
