Chapter 225: Die-Hard Fan (6)
She had tried it before, and it absolutely wasn’t just impressive to look at—it was also quite formidable in use…
Maybe she was looking too intently and did not notice that Bo Yan had already walked to the door.
The footsteps halted at the entrance, and it was only then that Xia Siyu remembered she was still pretending to sleep. She quickly turned off her phone and lay back at the head of the bed.
Just as she lay down, before she could cover herself with the blanket, Bo Yan “whooshed” open the door.
She thought to herself, since she normally slept in an ungraceful position, it should be okay even if the blanket was off.
Bo Yan entered and quickly shut the door behind him. The light dimmed again to a faint glow, and she lay at the head of the bed, clutching her phone with one hand, eyes tightly shut.
Bo Yan cast a casual glance at the person sprawled out on the bed, then at the phone in her hand. Although the phone was off now, it had been on the nightstand before, and now it was grasped in her hand.
It was obvious, she was feigning sleep.
You can never wake someone who’s pretending to sleep. As long as she wished, not even the world coming to an end would rouse her.
But actually, on one hand, Bo Yan hoped she was awake, yet he feared her being awake.
When fully conscious, Xia Siyu was disdainful and repulsed by him. Even if they shared a bed and the same blanket, it wouldn’t change a thing between them.
But wait, it wasn’t exactly so. Today he distinctly felt that when he took off his clothes, although Xia Siyu pushed him away firmly, her little hand couldn’t help but press against him, and her gaze lingered on his abs for a long while.
Just as Xia Siyu was very confident about her looks and figure, so was he.
Since childhood, there had been plenty of girls sidling up to him. On Valentine’s Day, the stream of love letters, chocolates, and roses for him was never-ending. But since he was aloof, he never cared to pay attention to those girls surrounding him—of course, one could also say that those girls were not stunning enough nor exceptionally talented to catch his interest.
He never needed to rely on his appearance or physique. He made his way all through to a doctorate and effortlessly stayed on at the university. After entering the entertainment industry, he didn’t need to flaunt his body or sell scandal, just perform well in the movies.
Moreover, as a man, he actually disliked it when men used their physique and looks to attract attention. It seemed to lower the taste instantly.
But if it was for his own wife, it didn’t matter.
All of a sudden, it clicked for him, he finally had a way to attract her attention:
Xia Siyu was human too, naturally subject to human desires. They both were adults; there was nothing shameful.
Of course, he couldn’t flirt too aggressively, as that might come off as sleazy. It needed to be the kind of subtle coaxing, that sporadically tugged at her heartstrings, caused her cheeks to blush and her heart to race, left her gaze unsettled. And then, he could swoop in and have her!
Bo Yan moved back stealthily to his original position without making a sound.
Xia Siyu exhaled in relief, ready to silently put her phone away and rest peacefully.
But it seemed Bo Yan had no intention of resting; she could continually hear the sound of swiping on a smartphone from behind her.
Xia Siyu became a bit irritated, and just at that moment, her finger accidentally brushed against the phone, turning it on. Hearing the sound, Bo Yan behind her also sat up.
He and Xia Siyu, at the same time, saw the last image on her phone’s screen before it went into sleep mode: a selfie of his eight-pack abs.