Chapter 664: Chapter 661: Separation (3)
Bo Yan’s pupils darkened abruptly, and even his breathing became urgent.
He was two months short of thirty, and in those thirty years, it was only these recent few months that he could finally taste the forbidden fruit. Moreover, he had to be mindful of his young wife’s reluctance to be open about their relationship, so he dared not be too intimate with her in public.
Xia Siyu’s menstrual cycle was forty days, which was pretty good, as it’s said that women with slightly longer cycles age slower. Bo Yan didn’t know whether they really aged slower, but one advantage of a longer cycle was that he had thirty days each cycle to enjoy being close to her.
The downside was that they would also be apart for almost ten days.
He had held back for nine days, no, for thirty years he had been like dry tinder. Xia Siyu didn’t even need a lighter; a slight breeze and he would be aflame. At this moment, as she reached out her hand, how could he not know what she meant?
Bo Yan unbuckled his belt at lightning speed and reached to strip her of her defenses.
“Next time, don’t be… so eager!”
After he spoke those words, the two armies had already triumphantly met.
The enemy attacked fiercely, and Xia Siyu was not willing to surrender easily. The two of them fought and retreated, instantly reaching a stalemate.
Xia Siyu knew her gene for teasing was not good, especially when she provoked Bo Yan, this bastard of a man, who would gnaw so fiercely that not even bones would be left.
But she just loved to watch Bo Yan rip off his own aloof mask, fierce and intense, his face flushed and struggling to maintain self-control. The greater the contrast between his public composure and his private behavior, the more fun she found it.
When a man and a woman are in love, they yearn to merge each other with themselves completely, especially in cases like theirs where they must pretend not to know each other publicly and can only compensate in private.
In the beginning, Bo Yan employed both soft and hard tactics, half offering and half forcing, and even used a bit of coercion to deceive her into being by his side.
However, once they got along well, it was Xia Siyu who took the initiative.
Bo Yan hadn’t had a girlfriend or any experience in the past seven years. His skills definitely came from observation. But he was not the sleazy type to hide in his room watching something like Tokyo’s steamy scenes; over the years, because he was making movies, he had seen quite a few action art films.
After all, movies are art, and there are many forms of artistic expression, one of which involves the human body. Not only art films, but he also studied literature in college, naturally becoming well-read.
In the period around the Ming and Qing dynasties, there were many books on customs, and abroad there were works like “Decameron.” Even without specifically looking for banned novels, just reading “Three Words and Two Shots” would leave one astounded by its descriptions.
However, whether it’s adult films or books, those were all “indirect experiences,” and Bo Yan couldn’t possibly be self-taught; he learned everything by exploration.
Xia Siyu was different; she was bold, had thought of indulging herself before falling in love, and now that she had fallen for him, who could hold her back?
After their first wave of offense ended, Bo Yan held her and went to soak in the bath. In the bathtub, she sat in front, he was behind her, and during their rest, Xia Siyu even turned on an action art film for them to watch together— it was meant as a learning experience.
Bo Yan never imagined that one day he would be watching an intimate movie with his wife in his arms, which was somewhat eye-damaging. Of course, Xia Siyu, as a woman, would not watch something plotless like Tokyo’s hot scenes; although the main point was the action, she could only bear to watch if the film was beautifully shot, with a poignant story and good-looking actors.