The advantage that Bo Yan had worked hard to regain was reversed again when the two of them separated. Xia Siyu's body felt weak, her hand drooped, and the wine glass slipped along her fingertips. Fortunately, her hand was resting on the table, and as the glass drew a half-circle on the table and was about to fall off, Bo Yan quickly noticed and caught it.
But Xia Siyu wasn't satisfied with Bo Yan's distraction over the wine glass and leaned in again, directly sitting on his lap, hooking his neck with one hand, while the other hand reached for his holding the wine glass and touched the back of his hand.
When her slightly cool fingertips touched the back of his hand, Bo Yan's entire body shivered slightly.
