Bo Yan winced and leaned back, finally too weak to restrain her anymore. Xia Siyu took the opportunity to jump up from the bedside, grinning triumphantly, "Ha ha! Serves you right for looking down on me! Learned your lesson, huh? Nag again and I'll dismantle your crime tools! Let's see if you can still feel smug!"
Bo Yan ignored her, lying on his side with his back to her, his body curled up like a shrimp, looking like he was—in excruciating pain.
It had been a while since Xia Siyu last kicked him; he had almost forgotten this "gut-wrenching" feeling.
Xia Siyu was still smug, "So what if you have a Ph.D.? So what if you're a university professor?" As if she wasn't just an academic slacker compared to him. She switched her attack, "So what if you're an award-winning actor?" Oh wait, she hadn't won any awards herself. "But I'm better than you in movies!"
Bo Yan said nothing.
