Chapter 907: Chapter 898: Assistant (6)
Pfft, and he’s a man, with such a petty asure—can’t even take a joke. Aside from making him work, she didn’t insult him at all, and it was his own choice to follow them; they didn’t invite him.
Wanting Bo Yan’s life while not bearing Bo Yan’s burdens, serves him right to humph.
Bo Yan and Xia Siyu reached the hotel room door ahead of ti. Just as Bo Yan had steadied himself but hadn’t yet pulled out his key card, Xia Siyu slid down from him like taffy.
The mont she landed, she wasn’t calm at all, perhaps because she usually had to put on an act in hotels. Even when dating Bo Yan, she had to be extrely cautious, swapping clothes with Wei Jingjing and masking up, fully ard, before she could step out.
This ti was different. With no one watching, she could finally be herself. If Xia Siyu couldn’t resist her impulses while under observation, what about now?
She dared to be so bold partly because this was a detached building with few people passing by, and not even the hotel’s caras covered the vicinity. Bo Yan had barely gotten a grip on his keycard before she clung to him, swaying back and forth like a koala.
Clearly, the girl was slightly tipsy, and taking advantage of the alcohol, she started to make a fuss—Bo Yan was in pain, yet happy. On one hand, Xia Siyu’s enthusiasm towards him was sothing he had dread of for so long. On the other hand, he worried that being seen might affect her reputation. Bo Yan unlocked the door at lightning speed, and as Xia Siyu kept frolicking, he simply lowered his shoulder and, in an old routine, hoisted her onto his shoulder. Xia Siyu was once again whirling around, and in this position, Bo Yan’s shoulder pressed right into her stomach. Having just had so drinks and food, this pressure made her insides begin to churn. Her stomach felt uncomfortable, and her head, thanks to the upside-down posture, started to spin.
But even then, she wasn’t well-behaved. However, compared to her earlier amorous mischief, now she was simply angry. Xia Siyu promptly extended her small fists and started pounding on his chest, really thumping him. Bo Yan ignored her wild punches, quickened his steps, used his heel to close the front door, strode a few more paces, kicked off his shoes with a flick, and then pushed open the door to enter the room, tossing Xia Siyu onto the bed.
Bo Yan wanted to go back and close the door and windows, but Xia Siyu, seemingly disgruntled from having been carried, bounced up from the bed, imdiately sprang to her feet, and pounced on Bo Yan. Bo Yan staggered backwards from her attack. He had just closed the door and hadn’t had ti to lock it. His other hand was still holding the curtain, which was pulled together with a swish, due to Xia Siyu’s antics.
He hurriedly turned around, and Xia Siyu was still in a rage: “For carrying on your shoulder!”
This creature, both her past flirtatious actions and her current angry strikes were genuine. When they say a fight between goblins, it’s really a fight. Bo Yan couldn’t indulge her; he too fought back, and they scuffled and brawled all the way from the window to the edge of the bed, clothes strewn all over. Thank goodness Xia Siyu didn’t yank hair or scratch with nails—otherwise, if his face got marred, it wouldn’t be good for him going back to the set in a couple of days.
Finally gaining the upper hand, Xia Siyu boasted with pride: “See, I’m on top now.”
From this downward angle, her curves were bewitching, her small chest puffed and her little chin lifted, both proud and beautiful. She even slapped Bo Yan lightly: “In romance novels, aren’t the n able to capture and let go seven tis? You can’t do it, huh.”
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