Xia Siyu wasn't the kind of young girl who'd get flustered just because the male lead cornered her against the wall. She replied simply and directly: "Yeah, I got bitten by a mosquito."
Then—her hand slid downward, reaching toward his parts: "Look, isn't this your straw?"
Bo Yan was simultaneously exasperated and amused. Actually, calling it a mosquito… wasn't exactly wrong. He did enjoy biting her, drinking her blood, leaving his marks on her, making her whole body itch.
But, deep inside, he also felt a faint trace of irritability.
He wasn't irritated with Xia Siyu. Their relationship no longer required any form of proof. It was more that he was frustrated with himself.
Forget about whether or not to go public; let's just talk about one thing: the fans.
Even though Bo Yan wasn't an idol, his career largely relied on his own professional abilities. Yet even so, he couldn't be heartless and claim that fans were his "Tightening Curse" or the restrictive "Golden Hoop."
