บท 90: Chapter 90 Bo Yanching, You Woke Me Up

He wanted to stop, but he couldn't.

At this point, he should have held back, but touching her was like touching poison; he couldn't extricate himself and found himself kissing her lips twice more.

Then, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his fingers lifting her upper body, pulling her tightly into his embrace.

"You little rascal..."

Bo Yanching's thin lips brushed her ear as he let out a low, suppressed breath, "Why aren't you pretending to be asleep anymore?"

Nan Jiaojiao furrowed her brows.

She nudged her head against the pillow, her hand gently touched his jawline, and Bo Yanching tilted his head accordingly, his deep gaze locking onto her from above.