The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous, as if sparks were bursting through the air.
The man's dark eyes fixed on her, so black, so deep, like they were dyed with ink, swirling with eddies, sweeping her into them.
Ning Xia's heartbeat suddenly quickened, her heart felt uneasy and at a loss; she could only press her hands against his chest, weakly saying, "You... you're pressing on my leg, it hurts... get up quickly!"
Bo Siyan remained unmoved, the light in his eyes growing heavier, and his gaze on her hotter.
Seeing the flicker of resistance in Ning Xia's eyes, he still forcibly stopped himself.
Finally, his kiss landed softly on Ning Xia's forehead, imprinting there gently, his voice sounding almost like a sigh, laced with strands of repression, "Ning Xia, be good."
Bo Siyan slowly straightened up, adjusted his breathing, and then said, "Either you sleep in the bed and I'll take the couch, or I'll join you in bed. Choose for yourself."
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