Having gotten used to Xia Siyu's violent way of doing everything, hearing her suddenly say "Brother Yan" almost gave Bo Yan goosebumps. He turned his head and said, "Could you not call me that? Speak properly."
Xia Siyu's fingers were still restless, exploring downward: "Then teach me how to speak properly, Mr. Bo."
She called him "teacher" in such a soft manner that Bo Yan grabbed her restless hand abruptly, seemingly ready to shake it off, but he didn't let go. Instead, he held her tighter. Suddenly, he leaned forward as if to press her.
But at that moment, Xia Siyu stretched out her leg, gently pushing against his abdomen, preventing him from getting closer, then tilted her head and threw him a flirtatious glance: "No, you can't."
