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Chapter 1006 - 1003: No Pain, It’s My Turn to Fight!

Chapter 1006: Chapter 1003: No Pain, It’s My Turn to Fight!

After finishing the noodles, Tong Xiaohua was forcefully escorted back to the bedroom by Yan Bo to sleep.

"I’m going to sleep, but what about you?" Tong Xiaohua lay in the quilt, her hand still clutching at Yan Bo’s sleeve, unwilling to let go.

It seemed that the aftereffects of their disconnection wouldn’t dissipate so quickly.

Yan Bo glanced at her pitiful face and was about to say he needed to go back to the company but swiftly swallowed his words and plopped down beside the bed.

"I’ll just stay here and watch you sleep, okay?"

Tong Xiaohua really wanted him to stay with her, but when he said he would sit by the bed and keep her company, she couldn’t bear it.

He had been busy for seven or eight days straight, and his dark panda-like eye circles were a clear sign that he was probably more tired than she was.

As she looked at the darkness beneath his eyes and his swollen face from the two slaps she had given him, she hesitated for a moment, then lifted the quilt and asked him, "Would you like to sleep with me?"

After speaking, her face involuntarily flushed red again.

Yan Bo curled his lips into a smile, leaned in to kiss the corner of her lips, and took her hand to pull the quilt back over her.

"Silly girl, don’t trust a man’s self-control too much. Go to sleep, I’m here, that’s enough!"

Yan Bo knew that her desire for a deeper connection stemmed from a lack of security, but he didn’t want to gain her sense of security by sleeping with her.

Security is actually quite a vague thing; more often, it’s a psychological sense of trust and commitment.

He didn’t want her to make a rash decision in the heat of the moment and give herself to him.

Tong Xiaohua had finally mustered up the courage to take the initiative for once, only to face rejection, which left her feeling as if steam were rising from her head in embarrassment.

"Don’t you want to, you know, with me...?"

Tong Xiaohua had heard about the loves in Xiao Mi’s life, and according to Xiao Mi’s accounts, most men were quite eager.

Yan Bo sighed deeply, "Fool, of course I want to completely possess you! But the timing is all wrong, understand? Be good, don’t think too much, and sleep!"

Yan Bo felt that he must have owed her a lot in a past life for her to tease him so endlessly like this.

Heaven knows, he was at an age of strong vitality, and just being this close to her, feeling her breath and temptation, was enough to send his thoughts into a wild frenzy.

She didn’t know the enormous effort it took for him to stay with her in such a private space as the bedroom without crossing the line.

Tong Xiaohua blinked, watching him with a mix of grievance and helplessness, "What timing is needed?"

Yan Bo covered his chest, pushing back his nearly escaping heart, and reached out to cover her beautiful eyes, which were all too capable of making him lose himself.

"Wait until you’ve calmed down, some day, some moment when the timing and atmosphere are right, that’s when it will happen."

This girl had no clue how seductive her eyes were; a few more seconds under her gaze and he’d probably be unable to continue playing the gentleman.

"But..." Though Tong Xiaohua couldn’t see him, she still wanted to argue her point. "I’m not asking you to do anything, just sleep together, isn’t that alright?"

Despite her reduced request, Yan Bo still shook his head, "No, I can’t guarantee I would be able to sleep without disturbances."

After saying this, Yan Bo stood up and turned to leave.

Tong Xiaohua watched his retreating figure, feeling deeply reluctant inside, bit her lip, and stepped back once more.

"What if you sleep on the sofa, would that be okay?"

Yan Bo turned to look at her, and she pointed to the nearby sofa, "That’s a sofa bed, you can spread it out and sleep. You’re also very tired, aren’t you? Get some sleep before going back to work, okay?"

Yan Bo stood in place, hesitating for a while, but ultimately couldn’t resist Tong Xiaohua’s pleading look.

"Alright, I’ll go take a shower in the room, then I’ll bring over the quilt. You sleep first."

Yan Bo told Tong Xiaohua to sleep first, but how could she possibly sleep?

Although she was indeed a bit sleepy, she was afraid Yan Bo would deceive her. She lay on the bed with her eyes open, waiting until Yan Bo came in with the quilt before she finally relaxed.

"Why haven’t you slept yet?" Yan Bo looked a bit unhappy.

"I was waiting for you. Who knows if you’d trick me!" Tong Xiaohua was usually as frank as a child in front of Yan Bo.

Yan Bo shook his head helplessly but couldn’t defend himself, for he had just managed to reduce his credibility to a negative number. It was normal for her not to trust him.

"Drag the sofa bed next to mine, I want to chat with you before I sleep," instructed Tong Xiaohua.

Yan Bo glanced at the sofa and estimated it to be a few dozen centimeters shorter than Tong Xiaohua’s bed, so even if it was pushed against the bed, it probably wouldn’t pose any danger.

"Yeah, you get in bed quickly, don’t keep crawling out of the quilt. If you catch cold again, I’m sending you back to the hospital."

Yan Bo’s heart skipped a beat when Uncle Du told him over the phone that she had a fever of thirty-nine degrees a few days ago. Now that she wasn’t fully recovered, he had to keep a close eye on her.

Tong Xiaohua stuck out her tongue at him, making a face, then snuggled back into the quilt, leaving only her eyes, which darted around, visible.

Yan Bo, with his strong physique, easily pushed the sofa bed next to the bed, unfolded it, placed the quilt and pillow on it, and then climbed up.

"Ah, you being so close makes me feel quite guilty."

Yan Bo had just lied down and hadn’t even covered himself with the quilt yet when he heard Tong Xiaohua say this somberly.

"Guilty about what?" Yan Bo didn’t immediately catch what she was referring to.

Tong Xiaohua reached out from under the quilt to gently touch his swollen cheek.

"It hurts, right?"

Yan Bo grabbed her hand and kissed it, "It doesn’t hurt, I deserved the slap."

Pity filled Tong Xiaohua’s eyes, "Such a shame, to have hurt such a handsome face."

Yan Bo turned towards her, propping his head on one hand as he chuckled, "It’s alright, I’m already taken. Being a bit ugly doesn’t matter."

Embarrassed by his teasing, Tong Xiaohua forcefully pulled her hand away, "Hmph, don’t flatter yourself. Too ugly and I won’t want you!"

Yan Bo reached out, grabbing her hand back again, and gently nibbled on it.

"Sorry, but that’s the house rules of the Yan Family, no returns or exchanges once the goods are out the door."

Tong Xiaohua felt a tingling sensation from his bite, and she glared at him with spring in her eyes.

"The Tong Family’s rules are, if it’s unsatisfactory or disagreeable, unconditional returns and exchanges are allowed," she countered.

Yan Bo bit down a bit harder, eliciting a hiss from her, "Would you really have the heart to?"

Tong Xiaohua hummed a few times, "Why wouldn’t I? If you’re scared, hurry up and make that face handsome again. Otherwise, I’ll switch to a dashing male idol!"

Yan Bo sat up abruptly, leaned in, and nibbled on her lips.

"Baby, do you think I would let that person have their way?"

Although Tong Xiaohua was only joking, only hypothesizing, Yan Bo still couldn’t help but reveal a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

With her, he could use all the gentle means at his disposal to coax and pamper her.

With others, he certainly didn’t have that kind of patience or magnanimity.