Chapter 147: Who Did You Learn From?

"There are those in the capital skilled with their... mouth techniques," Nan Jiaojiao tightened her arms, moving closer to his ear, her voice more ethereal.

Bo Yanching was only startled for a second before he realized it was a risqué remark!

He pulled Nan Jiaojiao down from his neck. His dark pupils, as if tainted by ink, looked unfathomable, and he stared at her without blinking for a while, his eyes suddenly scattered with specks of light.

"Where did you learn that?"

"Uncle San, that's a piece of classical Chinese," she said.

It was impressive how her face didn't flush or her breath didn't falter.

The man watched her increasingly flustered face, bent down with his hands in his pockets, his leaning posture blocking some of the overhead light.

"So, you wanted to sleep with me just now, and now you're discussing poetry and songs with me?"

"It's not that we can't," Nan Jiaojiao turned her face away and snorted, "Are you still going to buy it or not?"