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Although they were husband and wife, even if you called the police, they might not necessarily support your claims.
But no matter what, there were people at the door. They were all artists, and even if they weren’t artists but company colleagues, you shouldn’t be making these little moves inside when people were blocking the door—it was just too inappropriate!
“Do you know what would have happened if someone had discovered what you did last night? I don’t want to explain my relationship with you to outsiders, and I don’t want to make us public!”
Bo Yan seemed to know she was angry and continued to promise, “Such an incident will absolutely not happen a second time. Even if you want it to, I wouldn’t agree.”
“What ‘want to’ do I have!” Xia Siyu had just said this when she seemed to find the phrase oddly familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.
That’s right, she remembered. That day in Sicily, when she had stripped Bo Yan’s clothes, he had said something similar.
Thinking about it, the two of them had a back-and-forth, with neither owing the other anything.
Anyway, after returning, they would each have their own room. Qin Baizhou would probably help her find a new place to live very soon. After moving out of Qingcheng Apartment, everything would return to normal, with the two of them continuing to ignore each other, except for brief encounters at family gatherings—it sounded good.
After Bo Yan finished apologizing, the atmosphere turned awkward again.
Xia Siyu remembered something else and asked dubiously, “Over these years, have you really not been with any other women?”
She wasn’t expecting anything from Bo Yan; she was purely curious.
Men and women are different after all. Women generally aren’t as enthusiastic about such things as men are. They can take it or leave it. Moreover, women face more constraints and moral pressure in society. Men love to sow their wild oats, having a beautiful girlfriend or wife at home yet still seeking affairs.
In the seven years, she had been so busy after entering the entertainment industry, that the majority of those who pursued her were undesirable, and she avoided them at all costs, let alone tried anything. But Bo Yan had plenty of women chasing after him, some of whom were talented, beautiful, and from wealthy families. Didn’t he feel moved by any of them?
Or even if he didn’t feel moved, hadn’t he gone out with any of them?
Bo Yan looked at her calmly and shook his head firmly: “No.”
Xia Siyu still had a look of eating melon on her face: “Just be honest, I won’t get mad. We broke up a long time ago, and even when we got married, we agreed to live our own lives. I’m just curious.”
Bo Yan gave her a glance, then slightly lowered his lashes, the long eyelashes partially veiling the sparkle in his eyes: “Do you want to hear the truth?”
“Although it wasn’t my intention, over these seven years, I truly haven’t been with other women. The last time I had intimate contact was with you that time. Not only that…”
As Bo Yan spoke, his eyes suddenly deepened with intensity, “Aside from work, I haven’t even kissed another woman. The last time in the restroom, and last night… were also the first time since we broke up that I kissed a woman privately.”
Xia Siyu was pierced by his gaze; his eyes were like a deep, bottomless lake that could easily absorb all of your thoughts.
She paused for a moment, and a possibility suddenly flashed in her mind:
Could it be that Bo Yan still harbored lingering feelings for her, even to this day?