"Taking a bath?"
The word "bath" seemed to carry a special connotation in their married life. Xia Siyu's first reaction was, "No, I think not, I'll be leaving soon."
Honest to goodness, Bo Yan really didn't mean it that way, and he patted her lower back, "What are you thinking? Your face and body are all made up, aren't you going to wash it off?"
Xia Siyu kissed him, and of course, Bo Yan didn't miss out on the opportunity. His purple lipstick was still her doing, leaving her body marked with red and purple patches. One could mistake it for domestic violence.
"Oh," Xia Siyu nodded, then extended her arms the same way, outstretched in mid-air, meaning for Bo Yan to pull her up.
This little rascal, her ability to act coy was top-notch, but since she was his own wife, kissed and indulged, what could he do? It's not like he could return her or anything.
