Bo Yan felt like he was precisely like the type of bad uncle who lures little girls with candy, deceiving an innocent little bunny into a wolf's den before gobbling it up.
He once spent his university years engrossed in rigorous study, aiming to become a famous scholar, establish his own school of thought, then take under his wing some proud disciples to propagate and enhance his beliefs and ideas for generations to come.
To his surprise, his first disciple turned out to be Xia Siyu.
And under such circumstances, no less.
But Xia Siyu wasn't someone easy to handle, even at a time like this. She wouldn't just lie down and obey; she was restless and terribly uncomfortable.
Bo Yan lowered his voice, deliberately using a prolonged, rich tone to entice her, "If you don't listen and keep fidgeting, I won't teach you."
After these words, Xia Siyu really froze as if she were spellbound, looking at him without moving an inch.
