Bo Yan's eyes darkened. This guy, seriously—it's only with him that such behavior is acceptable; with anyone else, she'd be a complete vixen!
Pushing doesn't work, and hitting sends her stumbling back. When you stay put, she comes over to tease you. Once you rally and fight back, she immediately surrenders and clings to your leg. Before the fire is even out, she pours a little oil on it, absolutely exemplifying the phrase "going with the flow" to the fullest!
Xia Siyu laughed, wrapped her arm around his, and softened her voice: "Honey, who's prettier, the actress in the movie or me?"
Bo Yan glanced at the screen, then looked down at her, and answered honestly: "Of course, you're prettier."
Xia Siyu giggled, "Then who's got a better figure, her or me?" She said this while rubbing her leg against his waist, like a kitten seeking its owner's affection, making him shiver slightly.
Bo Yan nodded once more, his voice a bit shaky: "Of course, it's you."
