Chapter 298: Towel (3)
Ever since Bo Yan had punctured the illusion that they were to be husband and wife, she finally, belatedly realized that so of his previous actions might have been attempts to get closer to her.
For instance, now, whereas Bo Yan used to fastidiously button up his shirts in her presence, looking every part the refined rascal,
he was currently draped in nothing but a towel around his waist, and because he was sitting down, the towel covered even less.
If this had been before, Xia Siyu would have boldly and righteously gazed upon him. But now, while she still dared to look, it was only through sneaky glances. If she were to look openly, the consequences might not be as simple as just a look—Bo Yan might allow her to get a close, firsthand experience…
Even with just a stolen glance, she got the impression that Bo Yan wasn’t wearing anything under the towel.
He sat beside her, not speaking, instead picking up the script for “Spring Light” from the coffee table to read. He also had a pen in hand, seemingly making notes as he read, occasionally scribbling sothing.
With him not talking, she naturally didn’t feel it was appropriate to start a conversation either, and what was there to say? Outside, where everyone was dressed and others were present, Bo Yan wouldn’t get too close to her. Just like today, when she found out he was the owner of the Number One villa at Reading Mansion, and they were alone together, he couldn’t help but ntion “sleeping together” within every few sentences.
But once downstairs and upon eting Little Tang and the housekeeper, he reverted to his aloof, pretentious, and frigid deanor.
Although Bo Yan prided himself on being a gentleman, apart from that day when he was drunk and forcibly kissed her, he had behaved himself at all other tis, even sleeping next to her on the plane without crossing any lines.
But he was still a man, after all, and she didn’t want to take any chances. If Bo Yan suddenly lost control and pinned her down on the couch, proceeding to do this and that, wouldn’t she still be at a loss in the end?
Xia Siyu’s gaze once again swept quickly over his towel. Hm, actually, she wouldn’t be at a loss, as she could vaguely make out sothing below.
Hey, wait a second?
Xia Siyu was starting to feel a little displeased. She had just sneaked a glance at him and was quite sure that he was indeed not wearing anything underneath. If he were to take off that towel, he would genuinely be left with nothing!
Putting down her phone with a bit of annoyance, she spoke up, “Can you put so clothes on?”
Bo Yan set the script down calmly, “This is my house, I could even wander around without clothes if I wanted.”
“But this is also my house, and you’re not embarrassed by parading around like this?”
“Not at all.” Bo Yan replied nonchalantly, “Besides, I’m wearing a towel, it’s not like I’m uncovered…”
He suddenly acted as if he had “realized” sothing, “You’re sneaking looks at ! You’re so observant that you can even tell whether I’m wearing pants or not.”
“I did not sneak looks, I just casually glanced,” Xia Siyu quickly retorted. Then she raised her voice as if in an argunt where the loudest person seed more justifiable, “Aren’t you ashad? You’re being indecent.”
“A husband being indecent with his wife is nothing to be ashad of.”
As Bo Yan spoke, he deliberately shifted his bottom closer to her as if trying to get near her on purpose.
Xia Siyu quickly stretched out her hand to push him away, “Stop! You’re the one who said it from the start—stay two ters away from you! Move back.”
In the scuffle, Bo Yan’s towel was accidentally pulled off by Xia Siyu.
Well, now the situation was clear, Xia Siyu’s guess was confird: he truly wasn’t wearing any shorts!
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