The two kissed each other obliviously as a faint rustling sound came from outside the window.
Nan Jiaojiao turned her head to look and her eyes brightened, "Mr. Bo, it's snowing."
"Mm."
Bo Yanching's Adam's apple moved, quietly opening his robe a bit more, just staring at her and glancing at the snowflakes out of the corner of his eye.
"It's so beautiful," Nan Jiaojiao sighed.
The corner of Bo Yanching's lips lifted slightly, and in his heart, he added, it is beautiful, she's beautiful.
He thought Nan Jiaojiao wanted to go see the snow, and had started to suppress the desire that had been stirred up, but she just looked for a while, then turned back again, drawing her hand back in from around his shoulders.
She straightened her back and leaned closer to him.
Not kissing, just rubbing her lips against his, like touching but not.
It was maddening.
