This really stirred Nan Jiaojiao's hunger worm.
She almost got into it, touching his abs and quickly pulled back her hand, then pushed his shoulder to forcibly separate.
Nan Jiaojiao didn't dare look at him, running shyly into the bedroom bathroom.
Bo Yanching lay on his back, head resting on the sofa back, breathing low and controlled, turning the TV volume to its lowest, a soft sigh rolled out from his throat.
Was he not feeling uncomfortable holding back?
If he weren't afraid of scaring her or worried about the unexpected pain from their injuries, he wouldn't pretend to be so serious.
He had never been like this before.
He truly liked Nan Jiaojiao from the bottom of his heart.
He glanced down, fortunately the light was dim so she probably didn't see anything.
Bo Yanching's arm lay across his forehead, slowly calming his emotions down.
