Bo Yan's head felt like it exploded with a loud "boom." Originally, while tussling with her, the two rolled together, and the position was already very close. Xia Siyu was still hugging him tightly—thanks to her dance training and martial arts skills; the average girl wouldn't have the core strength to pull it off.
Bo Yan had also drunk quite a lot, his whole body was hot. When he was tickling her earlier, they were close, but his attention was focused on "subduing" her, so he didn't feel much. As a result, she leaned in close, hanging onto him like a sloth, clinging to his abdomen, instantly sending a warm rush from his core through his entire body, making him feel like he was about to lose control, like in a martial arts novel.
Others beg for mercy when tickled, but not her. She retreated to advance, putting him in a difficult position. This kind of enchantress needs him to exorcise and tame; if unleashed, who knows how many men she'd mesmerize.
