Chapter 1124: Chapter 1115 Rejuvenate (1)
He couldn’t have expected that Xia Siyu was worried about her “marital happiness” and wanted to help him rejuvenate. His voice trembled a bit: “Well, I can, but don’t you want to read a book?”
Xia Siyu shook his arm persistently: “Listening to you talk is better than reading for ten years. Reading is not as important as exercising. Co on, co on, help out, please.”
Although Bo Yan found it a bit strange, her continuous shaking of his arm made him uncomfortable. Xia Siyu’s attempt to act cute was awkward, like a bear scratching a tree, and after being shaken for a while, Bo Yan’s arm was nearly falling apart, so he reluctantly stood up: “Alright, alright, I’ll go with you.”
Xia Siyu quickly brought over a yoga mat and laid it down. Unfortunately, these yoga mats hadn’t been used in ages and were covered in dust, so they weren’t usable. Xia Siyu smiled sweetly: “I’ll wipe it down,” and then turned to grab a white T-shirt.
Bo Yan was taken aback: “What are you doing with that?”
Xia Siyu replied matter-of-factly: “As a rag, can’t find anything else. I’ll use this.”
Bo Yan looked at the Saint Laurent T-shirt, feeling speechless: “Let do it.”
He turned and picked up a box of wet wipes. There wasn’t a rag in the house, but there were plenty of wipes. Bo Yan was about to squat down to clean, but Xia Siyu, afraid squatting might affect his injury from yesterday, said: “Let do it.”
Both squatted down simultaneously, reaching out, and before they could grab the wipes, their hands touched midair.
Though Xia Siyu was slower to react, her impatience made her faster, so she was the first to reach the wipes. Bo Yan arrived later and happened to grip her hand.
They exchanged glances.
Bo Yan’s hands were large, with long fingers and defined knuckles. Unlike so whose hands get extrely cold in autumn and winter, his were warm. A piano teacher would imdiately recognize these as pianist’s hands. Indeed, he could play both guitar and piano. Previously, he perford with his guitar, charming a lot of fans.
Accidentally grabbing her hand in the air didn’t an to take advantage of her, but today Xia Siyu had been unpredictably moody—casual at one mont, then dismissive, followed by playful antics. Her mixed signals were baffling. Since he had her hand, Bo Yan decided not to let go. Originally, he only brushed against the back of her hand from behind, but now he intertwined his fingers with hers, his palm pressing against the back of her hand, holding her fingers tightly.
Xia Siyu stared at him blankly, feeling the warmth of his palm flow from his hand to the back of hers, reaching her fingertips. He looked at her and smiled. That smile was like spring flowers blooming, all life awakening, making her heart race madly.
Since reconciling, Xia Siyu and Bo Yan’s physical interactions initially outweighed emotional exchanges. Later, emotions caught up, falling into two aspects. One was their shared interests and careers; Bo Yan and her promoted each other’s progress in performing arts. The other was their mutual support in family matters, sharing a common adversary, gradually building a revolutionary camaraderie, nurturing mutual care and understanding.
Of course, there’s nothing wrong with this kind of affection, but it inevitably lacks the pure taste of romantic love.
Xia Siyu herself was quite shaless, rarely experiencing the heart-pounding, adrenaline-rush, fireworks-exploding-feeling like this.
But now, looking at Bo Yan, all she saw was: the taste of being captivated.
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