Bo Siyan did not step any closer, nor did he step back; instead, he maintained his stance, his dark eyes taking pleasure in the increasingly reddened hue of her cheeks, a glint of amusement twinkling within them.
His voice was languid and enchanting, extremely tantalizing in the still of the night.
"Ning Xia, I wonder how long you can keep saying one thing and meaning another."
With that, he straightened up, glanced indifferently at Ning Xia with a smile lingering on his lips, walked back to the couch, and lay down.
Resting his long arm behind his head, he turned his face to the side to look at her, his upturned lips indicating how exceptionally pleased he was feeling at that moment, "Good night then."
Good night, my ass!
Was she supposed to have a good night now? She was filled with nothing but frustration and restlessness!!!
Bastard!
Ning Xia bit down forcefully onto the quilt as if it were Bo Siyan himself—biting him, biting him, biting him to death!
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