Nan Jiaojiao pressed her hand against Bo Yanching's chest and gave him a push.
Not too hard and not too soft, the force was just enough to wake the man, who opened his eyes to look at her, begrudgingly brushing his lips against hers and hoarsely asking, "What are you doing?"
Nan Jiaojiao opened her hand to show him.
It was a button that had been pulled off his shirt.
"Hmm?" He didn't understand why she was showing it to him.
Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, "It wasn't on purpose. I'm usually not this impatient."
Bo Yanching immediately understood and chuckled, "I know."
But his next words were rather cheeky, "But I am."
He picked her up and walked towards the living room, "I've already restrained myself enough."
Nan Jiaojiao grabbed his arm, looked up with her neck tense, and every time he leaned down for a kiss, she would shy away a bit, eyeing the large bags piled by the entrance.
"Aren't you going to take care of the stuff?"
"I'll deal with it later."
