Chapter 1046: Chapter 1037 New Year (1)
The sound of a phone ringing ca from outside. Xia Siyu appeared to put so distance between them, but in reality, her hand still rested gently on his shoulder without pushing him away: “There’s a call outside.”
Bo Yan didn’t look up at all, nor did he respond. He lingered on her neck, nibbling gently and persistently.
Bo Yan’s hair wasn’t like Wang Zisu’s soft, fine curls; his hair was dark and shiny, with just a hint of stiffness, like supple blades of grass. When it brushed her neck, it left her skin ticklish, almost like the sensation of rolling around on a grassy field.
The ringing outside kept going. Xia Siyu lowered her head slightly, her voice soft: “The phone is still ringing.”
This ti, Bo Yan finally responded. Without lifting his head, he uttered a faint “Mm,” a sound so ambiguous that one couldn’t tell whether he was acknowledging her words or just making a casual noise.
“Go check it.” Actually, Xia Siyu didn’t really intend to push him away. Her hands didn’t move outward; they even clasped tighter around his arm.
What the hell—we’re in the middle of New Year’s; who calls like this?
During past New Years, Xia Siyu would also receive phone calls, but after all, she barely had any family and few friends. After her mom passed away, she’d stopped answering calls from anyone in her family, including Xia Youbiao. As for friends, she had so few, especially after hitting rock bottom three years ago. Back then, Zhou Weiwei was almost the only one left, but now even they had drifted apart.
The calls she received were either work-related or generic holiday greetings. Even for work, on New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day, unless it was sothing absolutely essential, she’d ignore them.
New Year’s, and still working? Even if they paid three tis the normal rate, or thirty tis, she’d still be unwilling. The exception would be if she was invited to a major event like a New Year’s Gala, or if it involved sothing crucial to her career—like tomorrow’s movie premiere; no excuses for skipping that.
In any case, if it were important, she’d ignore one call, but they’d surely try a second or third ti.
Soon enough, the phone outside stopped ringing after going on for ages. Even Xia Siyu let out a sigh of relief—not because of anything in particular, but modern people seem to suffer from phone anxiety. Even when they don’t want to answer, hearing a phone vibrate or ring sohow makes their heart tremble.
Bo Yan noticed her long exhale and chuckled. If it were any other ti, he would have gone to answer the call or at least checked it, worried about missing sothing important.
But today… who would be so tactless?
Still, Xia Siyu seized the mont when Bo Yan relaxed, grabbed the nearby bag of flour, and laughed mischievously as she dipped her finger into the powder and sared it on his lips. His lips were once again covered in white. But Bo Yan didn’t get angry—instead, he caught her finger, tasting it delicately at its tip.
Xia Siyu acted playful: “I’m starving. Let’s eat sothing first.”
Of course Bo Yan saw through her intentional act and played along with her: “I’m hungry, too. Let eat my fill first, so I have energy to make dinner.”
After all, isn’t that how it goes between n and won? If everything is too direct and straightforward, where’s the fun? The ga is all about advancing and retreating, adapting to each other’s moves, and teasing one another.
Bo Yan wasn’t originally skilled at flirting. He was the quiet, reserved type—the kind who could have wild thoughts in his mind but still exude an air of aloofness on the surface. But after spending so much ti with Xia Siyu—a verbal lightweight but an action-heavy dynamo, known for her sharp tongue and sharp actions—he gradually adopted her style, learning bit by bit.
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