Bo Yan watched her quietly.
Xia Siyu's arm was draped over his neck, and when her eyes met his, they were at an upward angle. From this angle, much like a selfie taken from below, her eyes seemed larger, her face smaller, but the slightly squinted pupils, the upturned corners of her eyes, and her slightly parted red lips constantly exuded a seductive charm.
Without a doubt, ninety-nine percent of men, faced with such a vivid, enticing face, and hearing her soul-stirring words, would be unable to prevent their hearts from wavering.
Bo Yan was an ordinary man, but, he clearly saw the smugness and indifference hidden deep within her seemingly flirtatious gaze.
She wasn't doing this because she liked him or had feelings for him.
She was only trying to turn the tables.
At first, Xia Siyu did feel a bit smug. She had just been flustered by Bo Yan's approach, losing her bearings. Even her own heart had rippled slightly, and she began to recall the details of their past together.