Bo Yan acts like an emotionless scrubbing master, his eyes clear, treating her like a utility pole on the roadside, at most a softer pole wrapped in fur. Xia Siyu is still lying with her back toward him at this moment. His technique is still rough, brushing from head to toe, the a-side is done, now it’s time to brush the b-side.

In the past, when Xia Siyu teased him with a massage, it was the same. The back side could be worked on honestly, but turning to the front was too overwhelming a scene for him to keep calm.

It’s the same this time, as Xia Siyu obediently turns over. Even though Bo Yan still has a bitter and deep-seated expression on his face, his breathing seems to unconsciously halt. She’s quite pleased, gently saying, "Time for the front."

She also understands the allure of "half hidden", not confronting him openly. Instead, during the turn, she intentionally pulled a small section of thin blanket, also using some loose hair to slightly cover parts. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

This partially concealed feeling is indeed more enticing.

But Bo Yan has already been assaulted before, as long as he keeps chanting in his mind that she’s just a pole, saying it several times, now his expression is full of bravado.

The front, eh? He’s a seasoned warrior, unafraid of such sugar-coated attacks.

Xia Siyu also knows when enough is enough, so she doesn’t say anything right away and lies down to let him serve. Although Bo Yan doesn’t show it on his face, he does turn his head and scoop another spoonful of moisturizer as she turns.

Xia Siyu knows he’s holding back but doesn’t point it out, just watching him bow his head, seriously rubbing her body.

Brushing the a-side certainly can’t be as brazen as brushing the b-side. He brushes very slowly, not like the rough application of baby powder by a mother, slightly softened. But his expression is still one of bitterness and resentment. Just looking at his expression, it’s hard to tell what kind of work he’s doing, only feeling like he’s performing a serious creation, sculpture or some other profession.

Yet, truth be told, Bo Yan’s earnest demeanor is quite amusing, with a strange sense of restraint, making her want to tease him more.

When his hand slipped to her middle, Xia Siyu decided to tease him, slightly moving her body. That slight movement indeed made Bo Yan’s heart skip: "What’s wrong with you?"

From his voice, it lacks the initial calmness. Xia Siyu simply laughs, "Just felt uncomfortable in that position, changed it."

Bo Yan responded with a "hm," seeming to acknowledge her words or perhaps regaining his composure. He furrows his brows slightly as though dealing with a life event, his expression still serious as he meticulously applies body lotion to her.

As it swept across her chest, his breathing steadied, his mind cleared. He really took her as a pole, cotton, despite the softness and elasticity being unlike cotton, he couldn’t think much.

After finishing, he felt like he’d fought a battle, with sweaty temples and a flushing face. His body was tensed up like a bowstring, fearing that one deep breath might undo him.

He finishes applying, exhales, "Done."

Then he turns around, closes the box, and prepares to tidy up and return.

However, as he does everything and prepares to leave, there’s a rustling sound behind him, and suddenly Xia Siyu hugs him from behind.

Bo Yan’s whole body shakes—he had just exerted all his control not to turn into a beast and fall into Xia Siyu’s trap.

But this trickster doesn’t play fair; he strives to control himself, and she proactively attacks. Especially since he just showered, wearing only pajama pants. As she hugs him, her whole body presses against his back. She had just been rubbed with moisturizer, warm and soft like satin.

Bo Yan shivers all over, as if something is rushing out of the cage, about to break free.

"You, what are you doing?"

Xia Siyu grins like a mischievous sprite from ancient times, "Nothing, just cold."

Bo Yan’s voice trembles, as if there’s a draft in his heart, "Cold where?"

"Cold everywhere, don’t believe me? Try it."

Dammit, even if this one is really a demon, he has to try, especially since she’s not.

After the fact, Bo Yan admits his self-control wasn’t strong enough. Fierce as a tiger in operation, but the result only shows he’s foolish. But with such a wife, why does he need self-control?

Moreover, while he still feels regret, Xia Siyu suddenly turns and kisses his face. With that, he feels like he’s swelling up, thinking even if there’s a tiger right now, he needs to try fighting it. Especially since it’s such a cute tigress.

He seriously says, "How about we wrestle again?"

Xia Siyu acts spoiled, "I don’t want to, I don’t want to."

Bo Yan’s voice is low and murmuring, "Come on, come on."

**

Recorded the next day’s program, Xia Siyu still expressed her dissatisfaction with Bo Yan in front of the camera.

She was fussy to the extreme, sometimes asking Bo Yan to peel an orange, other times to crack sunflower seeds for her. Watching a movie together, she wouldn’t sit still, insisting Bo Yan let her lean crookedly against him before she was satisfied.

Everyone thought it was Bo Yan controlling her not to eat ice, not to drink alcohol, she had a temper like there was no ice cream. Who knew Xia Siyu was venting her dissatisfaction from last night. Although she considers herself energetic, it also depends on the comparison. Truly driving Bo Yan to the edge, Bo Yan can seriously compete with her for most of the night. She’s one to sleep well and avoid fatigue, trying to surrender halfway, yet being pulled back into the trenches by Bo Yan. Bo Yan only needs five or six hours to be energetic each day. In the morning when she’s too tired to wake up, he’s at home doing a set of fitness exercises with dumbbells.

Bo Yan, having eaten and rested well, in a particularly good mood, even if Xia Siyu jumps on the roof or pulls his hair, he accepts it all with a smile, waiting to settle scores when it’s quiet at night. The two of them have been making a fuss for several nights, the viewers watching the live stream couldn’t notice any abnormality. They only see Xia Siyu being outrageously spoiled, and Bo Yan’s allowing her unlimitedly.

Bo Yan’s fans envy every word, wishing to almost deal harshly with Xia Siyu, but at this point, their interaction is indeed reminiscent of a gentle president and a little pampered wife. Until the isolation ended, the viewers didn’t discover their nighttime activities.

However, viewers have started to follow this year’s Golden Moon Awards through the lens.

Xia Siyu almost won the award last year, and this year? Until now, the Golden Moon Award nominees haven’t been confirmed by insiders, though several participating guests have arrived on-site, including Shang Feifei, who will join the show later.