The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Fortunately, the mask had just been taken out, so it wasn’t dirty. Through the mask, Bo Yan’s warmth, humidity, and strength all came through. Especially since wearing a mask already made breathing not very smooth, his closeness directly gave her a feeling of nearly suffocating.

After that kiss, Xia Siyu was breathing heavily.

While she was still in a daze, Bo Yan took off her mask, and the next second, he silenced her completely.

The previous kiss, though through the mask and somewhat refreshing, felt a bit stuffy. This time, Bo Yan took advantage of her lack of realization to deepen the kiss gradually. He wasn’t in a hurry, and fearing her resistance, he savored it, painstakingly savored it.

Perhaps it was because he was too gentle, or maybe because her head was still a bit dizzy, leaving her without the strength to stop him. Maybe it was because he looked good, and his skills were decent.

More likely—it was out of habit. Xia Siyu didn’t firmly push him away, and even if she tried, her effort was faint, more like an inviting gesture of coyness.

Bo Yan hesitated for a long time before finally releasing her. Afterward, both were panting. But Xia Siyu lived up to her name; even though his recent advances had made her gradually accustomed to his kisses, she was still annoyed, “Bo Yan, you jerk, you just kissed my foot!”

To kiss her with the same mouth that had kissed her foot, to death with you!

Perhaps even Xia Siyu hadn’t realized it, but when Bo Yan kissed her before, her first reaction was: to death with this pervert.

Now, after being kissed by Bo Yan, although she was still disgusted, her greatest disgust was: that jerk actually kissed her foot before kissing her! Disgusting!

Even if she had just showered before going out, even if he had wiped the mask, in her mind, feet were still dirtier than hands.

Xia Siyu didn’t realize it, but Bo Yan keenly did. He still feigned ignorance, “It’s not dirty.”

He even raised his head and cradled her foot in his arms as if to warm it with his body temperature, “It’s really not dirty.”

Perhaps because she was annoyed by his kiss, or maybe because when his fingers gripped her foot, the rough texture of his palm seemed to bring a different kind of touch that startled her, she struggled fiercely. In her struggle, her foot hit his vital spot again.

“Ugh!” Bo Yan grunted and finally let go. Xia Siyu quickly moved back, hurriedly put on her flats without even tying the laces, and turned to look: Bo Yan had shrunk into a corner of the driver’s seat, huddled into a small ball. Such a big man, curled up with his back to her, looked somewhat pitiful and funny.

Xia Siyu did know that her kick had hit him, and in her panic, she definitely used some force. Even if it wasn’t full strength, it must have hurt at such a close range.

But she still stubbornly refused to admit it, “Serves you right for bullying people!”

Bo Yan didn’t respond for a long time, not even changing his position, evidently in a lot of pain.