Nan Jiaojiao stopped instantly.
Bo Yanching held her back, lifting her body up slightly, and leaned back while pulling her into his arms. He kissed her lips lightly, savoring the moment. The man opened his eyes slightly, the light cascading down like fragmented starlight in his eyes, deep and tender, with a slight furrow of his brow that could captivate the soul.
His voice was husky to the extreme, "Be good, I'm turning off the lights."
Nan Jiaojiao pressed her lips, stifled a laugh, and slipped herself under the blanket.
Bo Yanching quickly followed after turning off the light, finding her in the dark and pulling her close.
Downstairs.
Chu Yao went straight to the bathroom as soon as she entered, leaving the door open. Mo Tingshen came in, holding the door handle, and opened the shoe cabinet, discovering his only pair of slippers were missing.
He didn't dare to ask, so he went in barefoot, rolled up his sleeves, and started making hangover soup in the bathroom.
