Bo Yan remained speechless. What kind of request was this? He steadfastly defended his pants, ensuring they weren’t stripped away by the evil forces: "I’ll show you later, you can look at it as long as you want tonight, okay?"
Xia Siyu was having none of it: "I want to compare right now. What, are you afraid you won’t asure up? Husband, I have total confidence in you. Even if you stop acting in the future, you can make money in other ways—with your assets. Let have a look!"
On the screen, the man and woman had just switched positions, so Bo Yan quickly said, "Look, the girl there is already undressed. You should set an example first."
Xia Siyu blinked her eyes, continuing onward and her hand already reaching the edge of his belt: "But the guy was the first to undress."
"Ladies first. I’m more gentlemanly, and besides, whoever proposes must first prove. You go first—if you undress, I’ll undress." Bo Yan was cornered to the edge of the sofa, nudged from one side to the other, yet he clung firmly to his waistband, determined to protect his pants from the wicked glare.
How should one describe it? Normally, Bo Yan exuded an aloof persona that warned off strangers, but at this mont, his panicked little expressions resembled a village wife being teased by the local rogue.
Xia Siyu was originally just having fun, but upon seeing his panicked deanor, she found it increasingly amusing. Only children make choices; adults may disregard reason altogether. Seeing that reason wasn’t working, Xia Siyu simply decided to strip his pants directly.
"Co on, co on!"
"I don’t want to!"
"Husband, let take a look!"
"You shouldn’t even think about it!"
Bo Yan retreated while Xia Siyu advanced determinedly. In the midst of the tugging and pulling between them, Bo Yan ended up falling to the ground with her again.
But this ti, due to the inertia of the fall, Xia Siyu finally had the strength to pull down Bo Yan’s sweatpants, right in sync with the screen’s actress’ anguished cry of "Ya Jiedie." With Bo Yan’s surprised and helpless expression, the scene vividly flipped.
Though the sweatpants were off, there was still another layer beneath. Through the fabric, the silhouette could be vaguely seen.
Xia Siyu happened to land above his abdon and didn’t even cry out in pain but instead laughed and lifted her head: "Hehe, don’t be shy. Co, let sis have a look at you~
This was the last straw! Bo Yan was furious. Deploying all the martial arts techniques he had learned in his life, he flipped over in a tight space pinning Xia Siyu beneath him. She hadn’t even reacted before he had reverse-volleyed her onto the floor.
Xia Siyu was slightly dizzy, not having felt so when she initially fell, but now under his pressure. This fellow was adept at adapting quickly, a master of restraint and adaptability, recognizing the situation wasn’t in her favor, she began crying out for help: "My lord, help , my lord! This humble servant was wrong!"
Still playing gas with him? Bo Yan was almost laughing angrily. Mimicking the male lead in the film who tore his clothes, he put on a nacing act and said: "Run, run to the ends of the earth, and I would still catch you!"
Xia Siyu imdiately whimpered: "This humble servant was only being mischievous, never expected to offend my lord. This humble servant was wrong, I beg my lord’s forgiveness!"
Bo Yan arched his eyebrows slightly, fighting off a laugh: "If you want this lord to forgive you, it isn’t difficult. It’ll depend on how far you, little lady, are willing to go..."
Xia Siyu blinked with feigned innocence yet quietly brushed his ’part’ with her joint, tilting her head, "Like this?"
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