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Chapter 215: 215 Lingering Feelings (6)

“Mhm… Ah. Okay.”

Right after Xia Siyu nodded, she saw Bo Yan on this side smiling as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, nonchalantly turning around and reverting back to his distant demeanor. He headed straight for the restroom, his steps becoming lighter, leaving her behind outside.

It gave her the impression of being callously discarded after being used.

Xia Siyu stood dumbfounded for a few seconds, and finally, as he closed the door, she felt like she had been played.

This guy just wanted to sever ties, to take advantage of her and then shirk responsibility. That must be why he pretended to be so humble, and even made her think he liked her—just so she would say, “No need to take responsibility,” right?

Her temper flaring, she marched up and knocked on the door with an impressive force.

The door opened after a little while. Bo Yan must have just finished working out and was getting ready for a shower. He had removed his shirt and pants, wrapping only a towel around his waist, his expression indifferent, “What is it?”

The more Xia Siyu looked at his stern appearance right then, the more convinced she became of her initial guess!

She was somewhat angry, “Bo Yan, did you do that on purpose?”

“What did I do on purpose?” Bo Yan’s expression was unchanging, still that irritatingly smug face.

“You apologized on purpose and then tried to clear things up so I couldn’t hold you accountable.” Xia Siyu grew more certain as she spoke. So that’s how you are, Bo Yan, a sly dog! How could I have been so blind back then, thinking you were cold and uninterested in women, when you’re actually the type who denies everything after putting on pants!

Bo Yan glanced at her indifferently, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, “So, you mean to say, I didn’t need to apologize for last night’s incident?”

“Huh?” That wasn’t what she meant. Her point was that Bo Yan apologized too quickly, and his attitude was too agreeable, leaving her with no room to vent her anger. As soon as she said “I forgive you,” he immediately acted as if he had done nothing wrong, which was infuriating to watch.

However, Bo Yan obviously didn’t see it that way. He reached out—directly grabbed her wrist, and pulled her inside. Xia Siyu, caught off guard, stumbled and was pulled in by him. The bathroom floor was slippery, and she lost her balance, falling directly into his arms.

The sound of water still echoed in the bathroom, shrouded in mist. These two people had embraced each other numerous times, at least during filming. But now, with Bo Yan only wrapped in a towel, his body nearly bare, they hadn’t been this close since their breakup.

Bo Yan had always exercised, initially for fitness, and after becoming famous, to maintain a good image, he trained even more diligently. He wasn’t like many male celebrities who were just skinny, lacking any muscle. Nor was he like some bulked-up Westerners with overly developed muscles. Bo Yan’s physique was lean but not skinny, muscular without being bulky, his chest and abs defined but not intimidating.

When Xia Siyu bumped into him, she felt like she had collided with a hard yet soft cushion. He had just finished exercising and wasn’t sweating much, emanating a strong masculine scent. Yet, due to the frequent showers typical for celebrities, he didn’t have any strange odors and wasn’t unpleasant to be around, actually possessing a different kind of allure.

The man’s voice floated down to her from above, casual and unhurried, “Are you suggesting that I should’ve continued kissing you last night, and then… proceeded further… is that it?”