Chapter 13: Chapter 13 Uncle San, I'm begging you
Nan Jiaojiao bit her lip, nodding slightly.
Bo Yanching didn't touch her immediately, instead he asked, "Did you take any medicine those two times before?"
"Yes."
"Good girl."
Bo Yanching's hand moved from her ear to her neck, gently pulling her down. He tilted his head up and kissed her.
The kiss lasted for quite a while, until three minutes passed and the light came on, that Nan Jiaojiao remembered Yaen Chi was also in the room and suddenly became sober.
But when she looked up after pulling away, where was the third person?
"What are you looking for?" Bo Yanching leaned back into the large armchair, they were sitting by the window, and specks of starlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a glow on his handsome face. The slight smile at the corner of his lips looked lazy and relaxed.
Nan Jiaojiao asked, "Has it been just you in here since earlier?"
"Yaen Chi couldn't stay, he's got a little lover downstairs, went down ages ago."
Nan Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, no need to hide in embarrassment now.
"Shall we, continue?" she asked tentatively.
A boldness that lifted Bo Yanching's eyebrows.
He chuckled and said, "Come here."
No sooner had he spoken than he had lifted her skirt, admiring the slit on the side, suspecting she wore it on purpose.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Shen Shichu's voice came through the crack, "Uncle, it's me, may I come in?"
Nan Jiaojiao's eyes snapped open and her hands gripped Bo Yanching's shirt tightly.
Beneath her fingers, she had unbuttoned his shirt to the third button, fingertips burning and trembling slightly.
Her panicked appearance was caught plainly by Bo Yanching's gaze.
A trace of coolness flashed in his eyes, abruptly sobering from his desires, his expression turning cold.
Nan Jiaojiao's grip loosened, "Sorry, I have no experience in having an affair."
Bo Yanching snorted coldly, "Coincidentally, I do."
Nan Jiaojiao's scalp tingled suddenly.
For she heard Bo Yanching's indifferent voice, directed to someone outside: "Come in."
With her back to the door, Nan Jiaojiao was straddling the man in a compromising position, her raised skirt leaving little to the imagination. If Shen Shichu saw this, wouldn't they be caught red-handed?
"Please," she begged.
She leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth appeasingly, "Don't let him see me. I'll go with you tonight, okay?"
Bo Yanching remained unmoved.
Nan Jiaojiao kept kissing, buttoning up his shirt as she did.
It was a strange mix, seducing someone while helping them get dressed.
But Bo Yanching was decidedly unaffected, no matter how she tempted him, he didn't even hug her back.
The door handle turned, footsteps sounded making her heart race, it seemed there was more than just Shen Shichu coming.
Out of options, Nan Jiaojiao kissed from his mouth down to his neck and bit down hard.
"Sss!"
"Please, Uncle," she begged, her annoyed and buzzing voice close to his neck.
The way she said "Uncle" made his heart itch with longing.
On the tips of his toes, he swiveled the armchair in a new direction.
Shen Shichu paused, uncle holding a woman in his arms?
Had he rudely come in and potentially spoiled his good time?
At the thought, he suddenly felt a chill in his extremities, the temperature of the wine glass in his hand dropping sharply, making his fingertips quiver.
"Shichu, don't block the door, come on in," someone urged from behind.
Stiff, Shen Shichu stumbled forward, steadied by Chen Chen, but still half his wine spilled onto his sleeve.
He turned around, glaring at the young master behind him.
He hadn't come alone; those behind him were rich second-generation youths, intertwined in business with his company. He had deliberately brought them in front of Bo Yanching, hoping to leverage the Bo Family's status to bolster his own image.
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