Chapter 544: Chapter 543 Disturbance (1)
The house was very quiet, and Xia Siyu was still lying at the head of the bed, probably asleep.
Bo Yan first went to the bathroom and then ca back to bed, tiptoeing quietly.
Even though the house was silent and Xia Siyu made no movents, Bo Yan just knew she wasn’t asleep yet.
Actually, it was still early, just past twelve. For them, accustod to nightlife, it was far from their usual ti to rest. But in the Northwest, they had gotten used to going to bed when it got dark and they heard dogs barking, and to waking up with the crowing of roosters at dawn.
At this ti, if they had just been up to mischief, there would have been enough ti for several rounds and even to fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Of course, if he was really desperate, they could continue right now. But neither was in the mood, Bo Yan holding her, stroking her hair from top to bottom, his expression slightly somber.
After a while, Xia Siyu might have felt a bit uncomfortable in his arms and shifted slightly. Bo Yan gently lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. Neither of them spoke until, after a long ti, Bo Yan finally said, “You heard what they said just now, didn’t you?”
Xia Siyu humd a response. Tomorrow, the makeup artist and the props team were coming, which ant their good days were coming to an end. Although they wouldn’t be staying in the courtyard, she had to maintain her star deanor and learn to be discreet in her dealings with Bo Yan.
Bo Yan didn’t say anything either, and after a mont, he smiled, “It’s like we went on a honeymoon, had a blast for a month, and now we finally have to go back to work.”
Many people, when they have to go to work or school on Monday morning, feel exactly as they do now. The fun couldn’t continue; it was ti to return to the stress of studies and work. Due to anxiety, so people even developed depression.
“Who honeymooned with you?” Xia Siyu muttered softly. Even she hadn’t noticed that in the past, whenever Bo Yan ntioned “wife,” “marriage,” “husband and wife,” or any related term, Xia Siyu would instantly bristle. A confrontation on the spot was considered mild, more often than not it involved scratching and scrapping, kicking and hitting.
But now, she only made a token protest and her insults were mild, without the angry rejection of the past.
Moreover, she didn’t reject being with him, nor did she reject referring to “us” with him. It wasn’t because of the things they did, but because of the ti they spent together, their past barriers were gradually being smoothed out.
Won and n are different; n often think more about “possessing” a woman. But won value the emotional aspects more. For Xia Siyu, who grew up in the West, the physical aspect wasn’t unimportant, but it wasn’t as significant as it is in Eastern culture.
Emotion, companionship, soul, communication—these were, for Xia Siyu, the core of marriage and love.
Now, the two of them could finally lie together, talk things over, be wild, and joke around. Although Bo Yan also craved her body, he valued a soul mate more, cherishing their love for each other.
“It’s okay, we’ll just be careful. You don’t have to worry too much—if there’s a storm, I’ll stand in front of you,” he said.
“Who asked you to stand in front of ? Can’t I weather the storm myself?” Xia Siyu retorted. Actually, she particularly disliked the chauvinistic idea of n needing to protect won; won could also strengthen their own resolve.
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