Afterward, a slightly doting but with a touch of annoyance and a hint of haughty voice rang in her ears.
"Idiot, over here."
It was Bo Yan.
Bo Yan's fingers were slender and fair, with distinct joints. If a piano teacher saw them, their first thought would be that these hands were perfectly suited for playing the piano.
Although Xia Siyu and Bo Yan had engaged in more intimate actions in private, in front of so many people, especially in front of Qin Baizhou, his hand lightly grazing her cheek brought a subtle sense of oppression, like a bird skimming over the calm surface of a lake, stirring up ripples.
Even though Xia Siyu had just pulled away his hand, at that moment, his proximity effectively confirmed their relationship, even though she hadn't admitted it.
Not only that, after Bo Yan deftly retracted his hand, he also brought the fingers that had just caressed her cheek to his lips. His tongue curled around them as if savoring the taste on the fingertips.