Xia Siyu had a puzzled expression on her face at first, but when she realized what she wanted to do, she was pushed into the corner by Bo Yan. The clothes drying rod in his hand was unknowingly taken away by him.
Boyan came over very forcefully, holding her waist with one hand and holding the back of her head with the other. She took off her high heels and walked around the room barefoot without putting on her slippers in order to avoid him hearing the noise. There was a fifteen centimeter height difference between her and Bo Yan.
This gap was just enough for him to reach her by lowering his head.
Maybe it was because it was just a touch and no further action. He had done more shameless and intimate things. Maybe it was because Xia Siyu succeeded before he could react. Maybe it was—this guy was very skilled, gentle and strong at the same time, so she didn't reject him too much.
After a long kiss, Bo Yan held her and breathed gently. The hand that was originally around her waist gently wiped the corners of her red mouth.
His fingers were slender, and the pads of his fingers were slightly moist. The gesture of brushing the corner of her mouth was gentle and delicate, like wiping a unique treasure.
Xia Siyu regained consciousness, but her first reaction was still to glare angrily: "Didn't you say you were leaving?"
He must have written the note. The time, place and content match. Why is he back
Boyan nodded: "Yes. I was going to leave originally. But I didn't take something, so I came back."
Xia Siyu asked: "What thing."
Leave as soon as you're done, and it's best never to come back.
Boyan took his fingers away, then came up again and pressed them against her cheek. One word muttered from his throat: "You."
What kind of earthy love story is this? Xia Siyu was about to retort when Bo Yan said again: "Your kiss, and..."
His words followed his gaze gradually downwards, and then stopped on her chest, up and down her Adam's apple.
I rely on this bitch man, she knows it!
Just as Xia Siyu was about to push him away, Boyan's phone vibrated. He was right next to her, so she felt it too.
Bo Yan knew who was calling him at this time and why he was calling him at this time, but he didn't want to answer it.
His cell phone kept vibrating in his pocket. Xia Siyu raised his head and called again: "Are you deaf? Phone."
Bo Yan still didn't move, looking at her eyes that were a little misty due to the closeness just now, "If you ask me to kiss you, I will take it."
"I'll fuck you, uncle!" Xia Siyu couldn't stand it anymore and raised her leg to hit him. Bo Yan was used to being kicked and had developed a conditioned reflex. When she was about to raise her knees, she quickly retreated and answered the phone.
The call was made to him by Song Fengzhi. They were so close that Xia Siyu could hear it clearly even if he didn't turn on the speakerphone: "Brother Yan, we are going to the airport. When will you come down? There will be meetings tomorrow afternoon and the morning after tomorrow. It’s too important not to participate.”
What Bo Yan wanted to attend was a tea party hosted by the government-led literary and art workers. As a guest, Bo Yan also had to speak, so there was no way he would be absent.
But today is Xia Siyu's birthday, and he really doesn't want to leave.
In particular, although he despised Qin Baizhou strategically, he must pay attention to him tactically. Even if you don't pay attention to it, it's annoying to have a man like a fly hanging around your wife every day.
Boyan hung up the phone, but he still wanted to tease her: "If you let me stay, I won't leave."
(End of chapter)