Bo Yan was just playing around with her, and after she punched him a couple of times, he immediately pretended to be "repaired" by her and begged for mercy, "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, I was wrong, I was wrong. My wife is the best actress, the strongest in the universe!"
"You're still joking!" The more he did this, the angrier Xia Siyu became, wishing he would just confront her directly.
"Whether it's good or bad, it's you, otherwise, you tell me what to say." Bo Yan spread his hands, feigning a helpless look.
Xia Siyu was annoyed by his attitude, as if his sweet nothings were all meant to coax her. And why wasn't he coaxing her today? Because they couldn't do it.
This damn man, utterly shameless—unable to do it, he immediately stopped trying to wholeheartedly sweet-talk her. Now it was still fresh, so he'd still throw in a couple of phrases. What about later, when he got sick of it? Would he even stop bothering to pretend, and instead expect her to flatter him?
