Bo Yan originally suspected that she might not resist the temptation to drink more, also fearing she might be taken advantage of after drinking. Upon hearing this, all his worries vanished, leaving only tenderness.
"Okay, I’ll keep you company."
Bo Yan’s plea turned into disdain for Xia Siyu. She frowned and said, "Who needs your company? I want it all."
"Aren’t you filming tomorrow? Watch your face doesn’t swell."
"Tch, don’t pretend you’re concerned about just to steal my drinks. If you want more, buy your own." Xia Siyu spoke with bravado, but once the drinks actually arrived, she couldn’t handle more than one glass.
Xia Siyu had low tolerance to alcohol; she was already slightly tipsy after the first glass. Now, after another, she was completely unsteady. However, she hadn’t blacked out completely, possibly from practice, her tolerance had improved slightly, so she hadn’t passed out. Yet, she clung to another glass, leaning against Bo Yan, putting all her weight on him, giggling, "Bo Yan!"
From her tone, Bo Yan could tell she was drunk, but at this mont, the drunkard was more combative than when she was just tipsy. Earlier she only drank for fun, now she was truly unrestrained, and every slap she gave ca with all her strength. She even asked Bo Yan, "Why aren’t you drinking?"
Bo Yan turned back, "Didn’t you just say not to let drink?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Siyu brought her glass to his lips. Bo Yan still didn’t drink, just smiled, "That’s not the right way to offer a drink."
Xia Siyu tilted her head, looking puzzled, "Then what’s the right way?"
Bo Yan smiled and said, "I’ll show you, watch." He lowered his head and drank all the wine she offered from her hand. Xia Siyu protested, "You clearly said that’s not right."
The next second, Bo Yan leaned in, sealing her lips, transferring all the wine from his mouth to hers.
This is why Bo Yan was considered cunning; when Xia Siyu ordered the second round of drinks, he first brushed his teeth to wash away the taste of the Italian food he had just eaten. Now his mouth was filled only with the taste of li, lemon, mint, and strong alcohol fragrance.
Originally, mojito is cool, but in Bo Yan’s mouth, ward by his breath, the flavors of wine, lemon, mint, and li seed richer.
But Xia Siyu was sowhat drunk, dissatisfied with being held and fed wine by Bo Yan, moving restlessly. Previously, Xia Siyu teased him for not being as robust as foreigners; over the past few months, he had taken ti to work out and beco more muscular. Although Xia Siyu had also worked out a lot in recent months, and her strength increased when drunk, she was still at a disadvantage in the struggle with Bo Yan. After attempting to escape his grip for a while, she ended up sinking even deeper.
After finishing a glass of wine, Xia Siyu’s face was flushed, and her eyes seed misty, holding her usual stubbornness along with drunken frailty. She displeasedly said, "This isn’t fair."
Though she drank more than enough, she hadn’t drunk enough to completely lose it and still reasoned with him. Bo Yan smiled asking, "What’s unfair about it?"
"Clearly you wanted to drink, why are you only feeding ?"
Bo Yan negotiated, "I can drink too, but I have conditions. As long as you fulfill them, you only need to drink one, and I’ll finish the remaining ten glasses."
Although Xia Siyu wasn’t thinking very clearly, she could grasp the nine to one ratio easily enough, suddenly feeling she had a good deal. She imdiately nodded with her heavy head, "Tell ."
"I want a toast as husband and wife."
Currently, Xia Siyu’s brain was nearly shut down, completely unable to understand. Bo Yan had to demonstrate, first taking a glass for her, and another for himself, wrapping arms, drinking his own glass: "This is a husband and wife toast."
"What’s different about this?" Xia Siyu tilted her head, wrapping her arm, taking a sip, frowning, "Tastes bad just the sa."
Bo Yan chuckled, "Only married couples can drink like this. If you call ’husband’ before I drink, I’ll enjoy it even more."
Xia Siyu giggled, "What’s difficult about that, husband husband husband husband husband husband husband husband husband..."
Bo Yan, indeed, drank glass after glass, using her arm.
When only one glass was left, he paused, looked at his glass and the one in Xia Siyu’s hand, asking, "Why aren’t you drinking?"
By now, Xia Siyu was completely drunk, leaning against him like an ice cream lting under high heat, sweet, soft, and fragrant. She playfully whined, "I don’t want to drink, I called you husband, you drink for ."
Bo Yan was both amused and helpless, laughing gently, "That’s not right, I’ve already drunk eight glasses. You initially said not to let drink any."
Xia Siyu stubbornly wriggled, "Aren’t you my husband?"
"You’re my wife too."
ntioning this, Xia Siyu beca slightly pouty, "Am I really your wife? I’m just your ’girlfriend.’ Plus, disliked by your fans."
Bo Yan hurriedly embraced her, soothing, "You’re talking nonsense; we’re legally married, an official couple. It’s legally defined, who dares say you’re not?"
"It’s not true. Initially, we made an agreent, you don’t mind , I don’t mind you; the marriage certificate ans nothing. Then you cheekily ambushed , nullifying the agreent, and I confusedly accepted you." Xia Siyu felt wronged, "I didn’t even have a wedding, nor a reception, couldn’t enjoy good food, didn’t get any wedding gifts!"
The more Xia Siyu thought, the more it felt unfair, "All that money! You didn’t even give a penny when you tricked over."
Bo Yan laughed non-stop, "You want wedding money? Take my bank card."
"Giving your bank isn’t wedding money." Xia Siyu recalled, "John gave his girlfriend a big gift. You haven’t given anything!"
She grew more upset, refusing to let Bo Yan embrace her, tried to get up herself. Bo Yan imdiately consoled, "Just tell what you want, whatever you want, I’ll give you."
"Really?" Xia Siyu turned her head, eyes sowhat half-open.
Bo Yan nodded, "Of course. Whatever you want and I can give, I’ll ensure you have it."
"I want the Best Actress trophy, three, can you give ?"
Bo Yan hesitated, "Can we think of sothing else?"
Xia Siyu earnestly said, "Then I want my mom to co back to life, can you do that?"
She truly drank too much.
Bo Yan paused, then said, "Although I can’t bring your mom back, I can love you as much as she did."
Xia Siyu asked, "Really?"
Bo Yan nodded, "Really."
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