After getting up this morning, Xia Siyu had been fiercely guarding against him.
Whenever Bo Yan got a bit closer, she would immediately raise her defenses, her face filled with waryness as she watched him.
But in the evening, they were supposed to sleep together, weren't they? Even if they sometimes had separate rooms over the past three years, during those times Bo Yan and she had agreed to do their own things: she would sleep on the bed, and he on the couch, with each minding their own business peacefully.
If it had been before, he might have been touchy-feely, but at least he maintained gentlemanly manners and didn't cross the line.
But now, although she didn't have a strong notion about what it meant as a woman, as if sleeping one night would bring about some significant change. Although she spent a confusing night with Bo Yan, it was indeed her who took the initiative, and she could only admit to her actions.