Bo Yan was just leaning down when Xia Siyu happened to be lying on his legs. Just as he was about to reach her face, Xia Siyu suddenly chuckled and reached out to block her lips. His kiss landed right in the palm of her hand.
Bo Yan paused for a mont, then his brows knitted together. He hesitated, and with her palm between them, their eyes were close enough to see the sly sparkle in hers.
With a cheery smile, Xia Siyu said: "Just think, dreams are full of possibilities."
When Bo Yan saw her blink, he knew this rascal was up to so mischief again. Recently, he hadn’t dared to get too close to her because of her physical condition. The rehearsal went very well, and since they’re not professional singers or dancers, practicing to that extent was already sufficient; there was no need for more intense training, so they also had so free ti.
Before they knew it, another long stretch of ti had passed since they’d been together. With them being around each other every day, it’s inevitable for him to have so thoughts.
And judging by Xia Siyu’s behavior right now, it was the usual playful teasing and pretend resistance from the past.
Every ti they play these little cat-and-mouse gas as a couple, he’s the one who always gives in. Bo Yan didn’t feel suffocated or annoyed. He liked indulging his wife. It’s just that with her smug face, he wanted to "catch her off guard."
So he nodded: "I see... Well, I’ll go rest and try to see you in my dreams sooner."
After saying that, he pulled Xia Siyu off his legs in one swift move. Xia Siyu couldn’t dodge in ti; her body had been lying on the couch, and as her head tipped over the edge, she looked up to see Bo Yan slipping on his slippers and heading towards the bedroom.
Xia Siyu was stunned for a mont. Previously, whenever she acted coquettishly, Bo Yan would coax her gently. But this ti, to her surprise, he obediently walked away instead.
It was like a little girl throwing a tantrum for a toy her parents wouldn’t give her, sitting on the ground crying, and instead of giving in, her parents just watched her cry, not taking her seriously at all.
In such a situation, it was pointless to keep laying there. But if she chased after him, he would turn the tables on her. After a stalemate, Xia Siyu sat up from the couch. Hmph, fine, if we’re not playing, we’re not playing. I don’t need to chat with you; I have plenty of young hunks in my WeChat.
She casually opened WeChat, and the first ssage that popped up was from Qin Baizhou regarding the coordination for the Chinese New Year Eve performance.
Ever since Qin Baizhou had opened up to her, at least their recent interactions had been purely about work, without any unnecessary chit-chat or lingering around. Xia Siyu quickly replied to him, and Qin Baizhou stuck to business, only adding one extra remark: "I heard from the on-site director that your act was very good. The festival is approaching, but you need to attend the premiere at midnight on the New Year’s Day, and then run a series of roadshows for several days, so you might not get to properly celebrate the New Year."
Xia Siyu nodded: "Okay."
Anyway, she used to spend the New Year alone at ho. Being born and raised overseas, she didn’t have much attachnt to the New Year festivities. Although she didn’t particularly enjoy doing promotions, this ti it was for their own movie, and business is business. Moreover, she’d be running around with Bo Yan. If she really felt unhappy, she could just take it out on eating, sleeping, and hitting Bo Yan.
However, the mont she thought of Bo Yan, she rembered how that guy just lifted his leg and left, and her mood began to turn from sunny to cloudy again.
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