Bo Siyan straightened his trousers, fastened his belt, and once again presented himself with an impeccably dressed appearance, his slender fingers flicked at the corner of his clothing as if dusting off nonexistent dirt. With his hands in his pockets, he stood tall beside the bed, looking down at Ning Xia from a height.
His dark eyes were murky and deep, seemingly harboring huge waves, but his handsome face showed nothing of it, remaining incredibly calm and indifferent.
His thin lips parted and closed, uttering words that were brutally harsh, "When I couldn't have you, there was still a sense of novelty, but having you... you're just so-so."
The bigger her smile, the harder Ning Xia had to work to sit up, hugging the quilt. Tilting her head up slightly, she looked at Bo Siyan with a smile and spoke word by word, "The feeling's mutual."
"I used to think that Mr. Bo was big and strong, with a robust physique. What a waste of a good body!"