Chapter 627: Chapter 624 Husband and Wife (2)
So the last time Li Weiyi got publicly humiliated by her when she said “no can do,” he was enraged and embarrassed.
Moreover, this thing is mysterious; some handsome young men who work out regularly are just not up to par. Others, rough and ugly, might be surprisingly satisfactory.
Xia Siyu might be self-important, but she can’t stand others being pretentious, especially Bo Yan. She sneered disdainfully, “Really? Just so-so, I guess.”
What does “just so-so” mean? It’s as if she herself, surrounded by scandals, is a veteran in love. Bo Yan leaned in closer,
Bo Yan, for all these years, according to himself, hadn’t dated anyone. But it seemed he had learned more new tricks lately. If not self-taught, then he must have definitely looked up some resources to study. That was during their separation, when even after getting married, they had agreed not to interfere with each other’s affairs. Siyu wasn’t one to dredge up the past.
But regardless of which it was, indeed, their life together was exceptionally harmonious. This harmony was also one of the reasons she had agreed to be an ordinary married couple with Bo Yan.
“You’re just the same, weren’t you just all amazed, saying dancers are incredible? I can box too. Do you want to give it a try?” She’d lose a fight but never concede defeat—Siyu would never admit he was amazing. If anyone was going to be amazing, it’d be her first!
Bo Yan wasn’t stupid; boxing was a death wish. At this point, just showering her with flattery was the way to go: “Yeah, you’re incredible, my wife is the best.”
Xia Siyu knew he was deliberately flattering her: “Your praise doesn’t come from the heart! It’s insincere!”
But she was still quite proud, her eyes slanted upwards with pride, tails up in the air.
Bo Yan quickly continued to lavish praise: “What do you mean, insincere? Look into my sincere eyes! My wife is not only gorgeous and capable but also hardworking, simply perfect. Anyone who doesn’t like my wife is the one with the problem—he has poor taste!”
Xia Siyu, indeed, responded well to flattery, shamelessly nodding in agreement: “Of course, how could it be otherwise? It’s not my fault my mother gave birth to such a beauty, I can’t help it.”
After his compliments, Bo Yan started to look out for his own benefits
Xia Siyu knew this guy was up to no good; having him do one good deed would cost her hundreds in return. She was unwilling: “I’m tired.”
She’d walked several kilometers this afternoon, soaked in a bath in the evening, and even did exercises twice, too exhausted to move even her fingertips.
“No worries, you.” Bo Yan had more energy, quickly lifting her up.
Xia Siyu faintly felt something was off, feeling that not only her body but also her soul was starting to depend on him: “Bo, Bo Yan?”