Xia Siyu initially wore an expression of bafflement, as if to say "meow meow meow," but by the time she realized she wanted to do something about it, Bo Yan had already pinned her against a corner. The clothes rod in her hand was unwittingly taken away by him.
Bo Yan approached her dominantly, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other supporting the back of her head. She had taken off her high heels, and for fear of making noise, had not put on slippers, walking barefoot around the house, resulting in a fifteen-centimeter height difference between her and Bo Yan.
This gap was just right for him to reach her with a lowered head.
Maybe it was because this was just a touch, without further advances, he had done things that were even less shameless and more intimate before. Maybe it was because, before Xia Siyu could react, he had succeeded. Or maybe it was—his skills were not bad, both gentle and dominant, so she did not resist much.
