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Chapter 317: Chapter 317 I Want to Kiss You (3)
“Yes,” Bo Yan said as he leaned against the windowsill, his expression calm, “I unbuttoned your blouse one by one and helped you take off your dress. Seeing that you weren’t sleeping comfortably, I also unfastened your BRA and then took your pajamas and put them on you. You weren’t willing to cooperate, so I had no choice but to pick you up, press you against me, and then help you change…”

He seemed to be doing it on purpose, speaking slowly, allowing his words to gradually become clear in her mind.

Xia Siyu was both angry and embarrassed, especially since she was too drunk to resist his handling.

When she was angry, she had to vent, like right now she rushed over, grabbed his arm, and bit down hard.

Bo Yan was by the bed, letting her pull and bite him, until she tasted a hint of blood in her mouth, and then she slowly let go. The mark she left was beautiful, a perfect crescent.

Bo Yan remained calm throughout, while Xia Siyu was puffing with anger, looking a bit like a hamster. She even tried to kick him, but that didn’t work; Bo Yan dodged quickly, avoiding her attack.

He still tried to argue, “You can’t kick anymore, if you do, you won’t be able to use it later.”

“Bo! Yan!!” Xia Siyu gritted her teeth, the flames in her eyes seemed like they could set him ablaze.

Bo Yan sat down at the edge of the bed. He moved closer, and she resolutely did not back down, slapping him on the cheek.

Bo Yan clearly saw her hand coming, but didn’t dodge, and the slap landed squarely on his face, causing his handsome face to turn slightly, and even his fringe flew up.

After slapping him once, Xia Siyu didn’t feel relieved and extended her fist to punch him in the chest. Everyone knows Xia Siyu has been trained in boxing. Even though that punch wouldn’t kill him, she exerted quite a lot of force. Bo Yan was obviously in pain, but he just sat there by the bed, letting her hit him.

When she had almost finished hitting him, and her anger seemed to have dissipated, he finally asked, “Have you had enough? Do you want to keep hitting me?”

Xia Siyu’s eyes slanted, her expression clear: she hadn’t hit enough.

Bo Yan sighed, and this time didn’t let her continue to be wild. He caught her wrist and pinned her against the headboard, pecking her on the lips.

As soon as he kissed her, Xia Siyu instantly exploded in rage, ready to bite him with an “Awooo,” but Bo Yan retreated quickly, pulling away to a safe distance before he started talking, “I didn’t do anything excessive to you last night, didn’t violate you, didn’t steal kisses, didn’t touch all over. I did change your clothes and remove your makeup, but I swear, I didn’t grope or take advantage of you.”

“I wouldn’t know, would I? Of course you can say whatever you want! You can make black into white!” Xia Siyu wasn’t a three-year-old child; how could she possibly believe his few words of defense?

“Are you stupid!” Bo Yan only wished he had a third hand to poke her forehead, “Let me put it this way, if I really wanted to do something last night, it wouldn’t have just been this. I would have gone all the way, and not just once. I really just lay down and slept. I told you before, unless you’re willing, I won’t do those things.”

Xia Siyu really was furiously angry, but she wasn’t stupid. Of course, she knew nothing had happened to her. But she just couldn’t stand Bo Yan’s smug look as if he’d made a great bargain.

“Also…”

“What else,” Xia Siyu roared with her anger puffing out.

“Also… I’m going to kiss you now,” Bo Yan let go of her wrist but pinched her chin, and then kissed her unequivocally.