The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 470: Chapter 469 I Love You (5)
 

Xia Siyu fainted with anger. She looked up to curse at him but was cut off as Bo Yan seized the opportunity, sealing her lips with his.

He had embraced her tightly before, and now he simply wouldn’t let go. Xia Siyu struggled for a long time but couldn’t overpower him; all she could do was endure his tempestuous onslaught.

Wei Jingjing was utterly dumbfounded, feeling that even a ton of heart-saving pills wouldn’t be enough to recover from the night’s shocks. Especially since these two were now flaunting their affection right in front of her, kissing in an entanglement hard to break.

Once they parted, Bo Yan swiftly swept Xia Siyu into a horizontal carry. Naturally, Xia Siyu was unwilling, struggling fiercely, but he didn’t care about her scratching and thrashing. Turning his head, he cast a look at Wei Jingjing that was simultaneously resigned and brimming with lonely passion, “My apologies for the spectacle, I’m taking her away.”

“Who said you could decide on your own? Who allowed you to take me away?” Xia Siyu’s protests were futile. Especially since, although Bo Yan had exaggerated earlier, every word he uttered was indeed what she had said earlier, leaving her unable to refute him.

Bo Yan pushed the door open with his elbow, and amidst Xia Siyu’s cursing and swearing, he took her out.

Xia Siyu was desperate, turning back to Wei Jingjing, “Wei Jingjing, whose assistant are you? Why aren’t you helping me? Please, help me, stop him. Save me—”

“Bang—”

The moment the door closed again, Wei Jingjing behind it made no sound at all.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

My goodness, what did I just witness? Is this a tragic soap opera script that these two are acting out? Except Bo Yan is the deep-feeling male lead, while Xia Siyu is like the classic wicked female antagonist.

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Bo Yan took her back to her door, where Song Fengzhi had already been notified and was now waiting. First, to prevent anyone from seeing, and second—to conveniently open and close the door for him.

Half an hour later, Xia Siyu found herself back on the same bed as before. Only this time, the roles were reversed; she had been the initiator before, but now she was at a disadvantage.

Bo Yan threw her onto the bed, and Xia Siyu sprung up, attempting to flee. Bo Yan was prepared—with the rope she had prepared, he pulled her hands up high and deftly tied her wrists with a ‘Lu Ban knot’: “Remember this; to tie someone up, you have to do it like this. Don’t struggle; the more you struggle, the tighter it gets.” He secured her in just a few movements—not a dead knot, but locked tight. The Lu Ban knot, as its name suggests, like the structures invented by Lu Ban, isn’t a dead knot, but it might as well be one. And the more force used, the tighter it binds.

Xia Siyu of course struggled, but it was just as he had said; the more she exerted herself, the tighter it became.

Bo Yan also casually took the scarf she had prepared and blindfolded her with it. Yet, it wasn’t so tight she couldn’t see; light blurred through faintly. The feeling was strange; she writhed like an insect, sensing that Bo Yan had removed her robe without rushing to do anything more, but instead patiently began to explore her bit by bit.

With her sight covered, her other senses seemed magnified. She felt somewhat angry and a bit afraid, but most strangely, it seemed that her sensations were now more intense.

“You bastard, Bo Yan! If you dare, let me go, you shameless man!”

The time wasn’t right yet; Bo Yan drew closer bit by bit, finally turning Xia Siyu’s cursing into a voice tinged with an unbearable tremor. It was at that moment he invaded, whispering enticingly like the devil at her ear, “Remember, this is the feeling I give you.”