"Siyu," Bo Yan lifted his head from her embrace, his gaze slightly profound. Xia Siyu had grown accustomed to being with him and could sense that something about his aura was a little off today, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. Just as she was about to ask, Bo Yan sealed her lips with his, pressing in deeply.
Since Xia Siyu had accepted him, they had been in complete harmony. Whether it was tender or passionate, the two were indeed a perfect match. However, tonight, in addition to their simple contact, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something sentimental about Bo Yan's words and actions. It felt as though a simple matter had been imbued with a thread of gentleness, thereby becoming somewhat different.
After it was over, he held her and didn't want to let go, kissing her tenderly again and again.
Xia Siyu looked at the ceiling, unconcerned with the affection of this dog of a man, and laughed, "Tomorrow I'm going to be with the kids again."
