Nan Jiaojiao's belated shyness, "Mmm."
"Your obsession with cleanliness could suffocate someone!"
Bo Yanching carried her toward the bedroom, his lips never leaving hers during the journey, kissing her immediately whenever they slightly parted.
He had been there several times, able to find his way to the bathroom even with his eyes closed.
She clung desperately to his shoulders, "You owe me a sofa."
Bo Yanching pinched her, "You miser."
It wasn't until the light from the streetlights outside waned and dawn was not far off that the two finally calmed down.
Nan Jiaojiao slept, then suddenly awoke, her eyes opening wide before slowly closing again, still caught in a dream.
In a daze, she seemed to push Bo Yanching away, "You should leave."
Bo Yanching hadn't slept; he was waiting, only to be pushed away again.
Angry, he pressed down on her lips and kissed her hard, "Ungrateful little thing,"