Chapter 406: Chapter 406: I Have No Regrets (5)
 

“Bo, Bo Yan?”

Xia Siyu couldn’t pretend anymore, nor could she. This damn jerk, she had thought that him playing with putty was already too much, but now he was even worse!

Now she realized that unless she had given him no chance from the very beginning, once he caught even the slightest opportunity, he would definitely not let her go!

Bo Yan “Hmm”ed from behind her in a low voice, clearly in a good mood. However, to prevent her from escaping, he quickly circled his arms around her waist, preventing her from leaving his side.

Xia Siyu struggled with difficulty to break free from his restraint and raised her hand to deliver a slap. Bo Yan was always very generous at times like this, letting her hit him. After all, a duck that was already in his mouth couldn’t be allowed to fly away. As for the minor skirmishes, she could hit if she wanted to; after all, he had learned Sanda before, and he didn’t care about these flowery punches and fancy kicks—it could be considered a kind of small game between husband and wife.

Xia Siyu was definitely not willing to surrender. From the moment she reacted, she had been making a fuss with him.

But as they fought, she gradually felt a little change.

In fact, she had felt it during these few times—that fighting with Bo Yan wasn’t so painful and not so repellent, and there was a vague, hazy bit of—fun.

But she certainly didn’t want to have fun with Bo Yan, and even less to let Bo Yan know that she found it fun!

However, Xia Siyu was just that kind of person who wore her heart on her sleeve, all her feelings—even if she didn’t say them out loud—showed on her face. Bo Yan clearly felt her change and was willing to play along with her. As the saying goes, shared joy is double joy!

The more Xia Siyu didn’t want to show it, the more he wanted to tease her. The angrier Xia Siyu got, angry at him and angry at herself, the more he found it amusing.

One had to endure, the other to tease; one to hit, the other to fuss.

In military terms, it could be described as: the enemy advances, we retreat; the enemy camps, we harass; the enemy tires, we strike; the enemy retreats, we pursue. Fortunately, Bo Yan had read so many books when he was young, he knew he was at a disadvantage now and couldn’t play a large-scale positional war or engage in frontal battlefield with the enemy; he could only use circuitous tactics, a guerilla warfare.

To deal with someone like Xia Siyu, who didn’t respond to conventional methods but still coveted him, he had to play psychological and tactical games!

He was thoroughly versed in the sixteen-character maxim for guerilla warfare.

Xia Siyu was so agitated by him that she felt both angry and hateful, both embarrassed and awkward, but besides that, she was gradually also following his rhythm, being led by him.

Bo Yan was like leading her on a wild goose chase through the ravines; after firing one shot, he changed his location. When she charged at him furiously ready to strike, he would retreat swiftly. When she dejectedly walked away, he would suddenly launch an attack and catch her off guard.

After the battle, Xia Siyu was a mess, routed and defeated. But Bo Yan had found her sensitive spots, knew where she was ticklish, where a pinch made her go weak, what made her happiest…

Afterward, Bo Yan touched the corner of her mouth with a smile, “You see, you can’t beat me when you fight me, and you find it fun yourself, so why hide? Otherwise, let’s go back to living as husband and wife.”

Xia Siyu was not willing to lose face, and at this moment, she resolutely refused, “No!”

If it weren’t for her blushing cheeks, her slightly heavy breathing, and the peach blossom in her eyes, perhaps her words would have been a bit more convincing.