Bo Yan had just been pretending to take a bath on the side, but in reality, every move Xia Siyu made was under his control.
Xia Siyu already felt hollow, and naturally, it was tormenting him even more. But he could endure it.
This woman was too wild, and he played kite-flying with her, which involved a delicate balance of pulling and letting go. Too tight a grip and the string would snap from stress, but too loose, and someone else might lead her away.
A cycle of tension and relaxation is the way of both civil and military affairs, and it must be applied in relationships between men and women, too.
But now, it was Xia Siyu who had thrown herself into his arms, and of course, he wasn't foolish enough to push her away. He just circled her waist and asked her, "Do you want to continue?"
Xia Siyu had a lot of spirit, and even though she was already limp and without a shred of strength, intoxicated as she was, she still made an effort to extend her paw and push him away, "No."
