Nan Jiaojiao glanced over, her eyebrows and eyes expressing indifference.
Lu Zhenzhen sent another message: "Shengyue Mansion."
She did not reply but put away her phone.
Dining on home-style cooking with Bo Yanching, then returning to Feisheng, took up three hours.
When Bo Yanching wanted to be intimate with her at night, Nan Jiaojiao dodged backward, "Not convenient, it's that time of the month."
The man's eyebrows pressed down, and a different emotion flickered through his deep eyes. He pulled Nan Jiaojiao into his embrace, "Want me to rub it for you?"
Nan Jiaojiao caught his hand, placing it on her stomach.
Bo Yanching lifted her nightgown, his palm rubbing clockwise on her belly gently and softly, a considerable force propping up from his wrist. Nan Jiaojiao curled her hand, hiding within the blanket, around his arm, feeling the clearly defined veins.
"Bo Yanching," she murmured softly.
"Hmm?" he responded.
"Bo Yanching."
"I'm here."