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ââŠSo itâs settled then.â
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Right after Xia Siyu nodded, she saw Bo Yan on this side smiling as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, nonchalantly turning around and reverting back to his distant demeanor. He headed straight for the restroom, his steps becoming lighter, leaving her behind outside.
It gave her the impression of being callously discarded after being used.
Xia Siyu stood dumbfounded for a few seconds, and finally, as he closed the door, she felt like she had been played.
This guy just wanted to sever ties, to take advantage of her and then shirk responsibility. That must be why he pretended to be so humble, and even made her think he liked herâjust so she would say, âNo need to take responsibility,â right?
Her temper flaring, she marched up and knocked on the door with an impressive force.
The door opened after a little while. Bo Yan must have just finished working out and was getting ready for a shower. He had removed his shirt and pants, wrapping only a towel around his waist, his expression indifferent, âWhat is it?â
The more Xia Siyu looked at his stern appearance right then, the more convinced she became of her initial guess!
She was somewhat angry, âBo Yan, did you do that on purpose?â
âWhat did I do on purpose?â Bo Yanâs expression was unchanging, still that irritatingly smug face.
âYou apologized on purpose and then tried to clear things up so I couldnât hold you accountable.â Xia Siyu grew more certain as she spoke. So thatâs how you are, Bo Yan, a sly dog! How could I have been so blind back then, thinking you were cold and uninterested in women, when youâre actually the type who denies everything after putting on pants!
Bo Yan glanced at her indifferently, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, âSo, you mean to say, I didnât need to apologize for last nightâs incident?â
âHuh?â That wasnât what she meant. Her point was that Bo Yan apologized too quickly, and his attitude was too agreeable, leaving her with no room to vent her anger. As soon as she said âI forgive you,â he immediately acted as if he had done nothing wrong, which was infuriating to watch.
However, Bo Yan obviously didnât see it that way. He reached outâdirectly grabbed her wrist, and pulled her inside. Xia Siyu, caught off guard, stumbled and was pulled in by him. The bathroom floor was slippery, and she lost her balance, falling directly into his arms.
The sound of water still echoed in the bathroom, shrouded in mist. These two people had embraced each other numerous times, at least during filming. But now, with Bo Yan only wrapped in a towel, his body nearly bare, they hadnât been this close since their breakup.
Bo Yan had always exercised, initially for fitness, and after becoming famous, to maintain a good image, he trained even more diligently. He wasnât like many male celebrities who were just skinny, lacking any muscle. Nor was he like some bulked-up Westerners with overly developed muscles. Bo Yanâs physique was lean but not skinny, muscular without being bulky, his chest and abs defined but not intimidating.
When Xia Siyu bumped into him, she felt like she had collided with a hard yet soft cushion. He had just finished exercising and wasnât sweating much, emanating a strong masculine scent. Yet, due to the frequent showers typical for celebrities, he didnât have any strange odors and wasnât unpleasant to be around, actually possessing a different kind of allure.
The manâs voice floated down to her from above, casual and unhurried, âAre you suggesting that I shouldâve continued kissing you last night, and then⊠proceeded further⊠is that it?â