Bo Yan reacted as if he'd been scalded, hurriedly flicking his hand away and hopping a small step to the side, his face showing a clear desire to avoid contact, "Get away."
Perhaps he retreated too swiftly; his calf struck the edge of the sofa, falling to the other side, but he quickly scrambled to his feet, racing away at the speed of an 800-meter sprint.
After that came the sound of him slamming the door with force.
Left behind, Xia Siyu froze for several seconds. For an instant, she was ready to confront Bo Yan.
She hadn't bothered to make a fuss when he took advantage of her in the restroom that one time, but what was this now? Clearly, she was the one being groped, yet he acted as if he were a young wife abused by a bully, desperate to keep a distance of eight feet from her.
What was he playing at, drawing close one moment and showing disgust the next?
She could feel that, for a moment, the look Bo Yan gave her was complicated.