"Hmm?" Xia Siyu cocked her head in confusion, but the very next second, she couldn't make a sound. The man's long-suppressed emotions erupted suddenly. Moreover, her acting just now was so convincing, so very good that it saved him the last step, allowing him to get straight to the point.
A man starved for seven years can be incredibly fierce, and she realized this in an instant.
Siyu was already drunk, tired, and sleepy, having just mustered the energy to engage in an acting game with him. Now, tightly held by him, she couldn't escape even if she wanted to.
She should be grateful that she often exercised and was in good shape. She danced, so her waist was flexible, and she had trained in boxing, which allowed her to vigorously grapple with Bo Yan continuously. She was even more thankful that she was drunk, which meant she didn't resist much and lacked the embarrassment she might have felt while sober.
