Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In the past few days, Bo Yan and Xia Siyu had often been very close to each other, and they had almost kissed yesterday afternoon.
However, most of those times, it was Bo Yan who took the initiative.
But at this moment, it was she who moved closer, she purposely spoke those flirtatious words. Up until now, they were still holding each other.
The air was filled with a hint of awkwardness.
Xia Siyu tilted her head slightly and lowered her eyes, perhaps feeling a little embarrassed about what had just happened, her expression showed a tiny crack, “So, don’t take it to heart, I…
Before she could finish, the sound of someone getting off the car interrupted them. Both turned their heads at the same time, and it was Bo Yan’s assistant, Song Fengzhi. He had said earlier that he would wait downstairs to take him to the airport, and seeing the two of them hugging, he shuddered and stammered, “Bo, Bo Yan…
Xia Siyu hadn’t had the chance to retract her “claws” before she immediately explained, “We weren’t…”
Before she could finish her sentence, a car drove into the parking lot, heading straight toward them.
Two glaring headlights shone on them in an instant—as if detective lights spotlighting criminals before an arrest, engulfing them inescapably.
It was her assistant, Wei Jingjing.
In the car, Wei Jingjing hadn’t come out yet, but seeing the scene before her, she grabbed Little Tangs arm and frantically pressed her own chest, “Quick, check for me, am I blind? Am I seeing Bo Yan and our Siyu hugging each other?—And Siyu is the one who took the initiative?”
Inside the parking lot, three parties looked at each other, perplexed.
No one spoke; the silence was as if no one had survived.
After a short while, Bo Yan’s gaze returned to calmness in a second. He turned his head calmly, extended his hand, and with two fingers, he picked up Xia Siyu’s wrist and tossed it to the side. Then he lightly patted the shoulder where she had been leaning, as if dusting it off, and even blew on it, his expression of disdain almost spilling out of the screen.
Xia Siyu hadn’t had the chance to become angry when he frowned, stretched
out his finger, and gently gestured the number “two”: “Two meters. A two-meter radius.’
Then he slowly stepped back, keeping his distance from her.
Xia Siyu was stunned for two seconds, and after he stepped away, her reflexes finally caught up. Furious, she was about to pounce on him and scuffle his hair, “Bo Yan, I’m going to fight you!’
Of course, she didn’t succeed. Wei Jingjing was the first to get out of the car and intercept her, and from the other side, Assistant Song Fengzhi also stepped forward to block Bo Yan, preventing the ensuing skirmish from ever beginning.
Speaking of which, although Wei Jingjing was struggling to restrain her at that moment, based on her understanding of Xia Siyu, this girl was a single-celled organism, almost like an amoeba, with a brain that couldn’t turn corners. Her anger and embarrassment towards Bo Yan proved that these two were definitely not a couple.
At least, not in the present continuous.
Inside the room of Qingcheng Apartments.
With three cups of tea in front of them, Wei Jingjing and Little Tang sat across the sofa, swords drawn, looking unhappily around.
Meanwhile, Xia Siyu sat elegantly on the carpet, legs crossed, her little finger still picking at a tuft of fabric on the edge of the carpet. Although she felt somewhat embarrassed, she maintained a facade as if it was no big deal, all serious. She had the look of a student caught by parents during a juvenile romance.
Wei Jingjing took a sip of tea and placed the cup down on the coffee table, “Tell me, what exactly is your relationship with Bo Yan?”