Bo Yan had grown accustomed to being rejected and didn't mind. Anyway, what use was her verbal rejection when she herself hadn't realized that the distance between them had already become negligible?
She had gotten used to resting together, to him kissing her. Although she would hit him while working, her resistance had gradually weakened.
He even kindly offered, "Do you want to take a shower? I can scrub your back."
"No!" Xia Siyu saw through his trickery. What kind heart? He was clearly using the excuse of scrubbing her back to carry out his unseemly intentions!
This damn pervert was utterly wicked! He appeared pure and noble on the outside, but cut him open and look inside—all black!
Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, along with his brain, all black!
Grinding her teeth in fury, she roared, "Bo Yan, if your fans knew about this side of you, do you think they would rebel?"