Chapter 687: Chapter 684: Joy for Some, Sorrow for Others (2)
Xia Siyu was no ignoramus. Having read books for several days, she gradually understood the clichés in ancient literature. With a sorrowful expression, she said, “If not for the cruel stepmother of mine, who sold me for a few pieces of silver to the landlord. Seeing that I was youthful and beautiful, he tried to force himself on me without success, and his wife wanted to sell me to the brothel. I had no choice but to sneak out when they were unguarded, hoping the young master would take me in. I dare not offer myself to share your bed.”
Bo Yan was stunned for a moment. He hadn’t expected Xia Siyu to catch on so quickly, let alone weave such a scenario. Were they roleplaying?
In the past, he had seen some people play games, but ancient costume versions were really uncommon. Bo Yan joined in, “Young lady, do not belittle yourself. Based on your appearance (ample bosom and lifted buttocks), this young man can tell you’re well-endowed.” While saying that, Bo Yan patted her body, appreciating its elasticity. “If the young lady is willing to be with this young man, naturally, you will be well taken care of. But if you refuse…”
Xia Siyu quickly turned her head back, “And what if I refuse?”
Bo Yan bowed his head and kissed her deeply on the lips, “Then this young man must… pay his respects first.”
They both had already taken baths, and there was no need to wear any clothing for a massage, so Xia Siyu was stark naked, which made it more convenient for him to push on her back. Bo Yan was also just wrapped in a bath towel, and as he leaned down, the towel quickly fell off.
Xia Siyu still had to pretend, so she turned her head and pushed him away, “Help, help! I still have a dear cousin back home, please spare me, young master!”
“You have a cousin?” Bo Yan narrowed his eyes. Knowing she was pretending, he was still a bit irked. He lowered his head and wrapped his arms around her waist, his voice slightly dangerous, “May I know of your cousin’s distinguished self?”
Xia Siyu said cheerfully, “His family name is Bo, with a single given name, Yan.”
At that moment, Bo Yan paused, and following that, the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider, “Your cousin must be a talent that matches heaven and earth, with the looks of Song Yu and Pan An. The night is late; let us rest, young lady.”
He drew closer, and Xia Siyu, now addicted to the act, cried out plaintively, “I don’t want to, I don’t want to!”
But he really couldn’t have her, after all, Han Yifan still hadn’t returned!
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Their bathing and skincare had already taken quite some time, and the subsequent massage had required some effort. It had been an hour since the earliest time he ordered.
Han Yifan couldn’t possibly have gotten lost; he had an excellent sense of direction. Also, there was a convenience store nearby the hotel, just around the corner across the street; walking there and back wouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes.
That guy must be annoyed with his orders, deliberately delaying his return.
The mood was just right, and Bo Yan didn’t want to disappoint Xia Siyu. He was about to order some takeout when, finally, the doorbell rang.
Bo Yan gave Xia Siyu a kiss, “I’ll go check.”
He quickly draped on a robe and tied the sash, standing by the door for a while, peeking through the peephole.
Outside the peephole was Han Yifan, who had been missing for an hour.
Indeed, Han Yifan had deliberately taken a bit of time, casually lounging for half an hour before lazily heading downstairs to the convenience store to buy umbrellas for Xiaoyu.
After purchasing his items, he dawdled back, but as he entered the elevator, he encountered Shang Feifei.
The director had made some last-minute changes and asked her to come over to discuss the details, so she ended up returning with him. Han Yifan wanted to greet her, but as he raised his hand, a hole had just ripped open in the plastic bag, and all the colorful umbrellas jumbled out, scattering across the floor…