Bo Yan's fingers were slender and well-defined, with a bit of coolness at the tips. Perhaps to help her brush off the dirt, he applied a slight force with his fingertips as he swept over it.
Xia Siyu visibly noticed that as he patted her, her chest also bounced slightly.
It was like a breeze caressing willows, ruffling the surface of a spring pond.
The key point was that after he gently patted her, he also pulled out a tissue from beside and stuffed it into her hand. Then, he respectfully lowered his gaze and softly said, "Sorry."
Before he apologized, Xia Siyu was indeed a bit explosive. No one had ever dared to be so presumptuous before—the last presumptuous one was also him, but back then, they were still in a relationship.
Their relationship wasn't like that now; although living together, they both found each other disagreeable.
