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Chapter 397: 396: Wife, Open the Door (1)
Chapter 397: 396: Wife, Open the Door (1)
Chapter 397: Chapter 396: Wife, Open the Door (1)
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Scumbag of a man, all that “I want to have a home” crap, he’s just lusting after her body—he’s despicable!
She admitted that she did fancy his good looks, but that was all it was—a fancy; she wouldn’t lay a hand on him.
Who knew this bastard would turn out to be such a dog! Whatever he set his eyes on, he had to drag it back to his den to savor, and her unwillingness didn’t matter. Even if she ran away, he’d catch her and bring her back!
She said coolly, “What if I just stay with you as family, without doing anything intimate?”
Bo Yan rejected the notion with utter seriousness, “Of course not, a wife is a family member but also a lover. Lovers must do the things lovers do.”
Go to hell! This guy is beyond redemption!
Xia Siyu couldn’t be bothered with him anymore and hopped down from the desk. As she landed, her legs went weak, and she almost fell.
Thankfully, Bo was right in front of her, and caught her in one swift motion. His hand swooped under, encircling her waist and pulling her into his arms, comforting her with every pat, “See, I told you, a husband and wife should support each other. Without me, wouldn’t you have fallen?”
But Bo was unwilling to let her go now, “Weren’t you saying you wanted to practice acting? Wanting to gain knowledge? I’ll teach you.”
Who asked you to teach! Distracted by Bo Yan’s interjection, she had completely forgotten about the serious matters at hand. Xia Siyu refused his offer, struggling and squirming to stand up.
But Bo held on, “Don’t worry, I’ve already taken care of it. I’m out of strength now; I won’t touch you again.”
This was a rather scientific explanation, and she believed it.
The crucial point was she had no choice but to believe him—after the effort she had just put in, she was indeed out of strength; she could only allow him to hold her.
Xia Siyu thought that next time, not only would this room need a new desk and a bed, but also a few more chairs!
Fortunately, a satiated Bo really just held her without making a move. He bent down to pick up the books they had prepared earlier—one for her, one for him—and they read together. Whenever she didn’t understand something, she would turn to ask him.
On this matter, Bo finally showed the expertise of a PhD, a university lecturer as one would expect. Whether it was understanding characters, swiftly getting into a scene for filming, or related historical knowledge, he spoke with complete authority and exhaustiveness.
Moreover, when working, Bo was truly hands-off, completely earnest and meticulous.
The two briskly went through the script, roughly outlining the important points and content; he explained everything to her in great detail.
In the middle of this, Bo even called the servants in the front yard to bring water and went to the restroom himself. Even so, he never asked for an extra chair; he kept holding her.
Xia Siyu, from initially being uneasy about sitting on his lap, gradually found, hmm, this flesh-and-blood couch was rather comfortable. As long as he kept still, she would save him face and join him.
And Bo Yan was glancing at her.
Although Xia Siyu was usually a poor student, falling asleep the moment she read, at this moment—knowing the importance and urgency of learning—she remarkably didn’t feel sleepy or tired at all. She bowed her head to read intently, her beautiful swan-like neck bending slightly, her expression peaceful, her posture content.
She was indeed focused and working hard. The questions she asked were pointed, showing she was thinking.
Bo Yan had known her for a long time and knew what kind of person she was. Seeing her work so diligently now moved him even more.
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