Xia Siyu woke up groggily in Bo Yan's arms, and her first reaction was to punch him.
Now you show up! What's the use of coming now! My stomachache is already gone and you just show up!
Her punch was weak and powerless; Bo Yan caught it in his hand and kissed it gently. Xia Siyu didn't care about that, she scratched at him with one claw: "You still have the nerve to come? Better you didn't come at all!"
She sent him so many messages and he didn't reply to any. When she needed him the most, he wasn't there, what's the point of him coming now!
Bo Yan was a bit helpless, but he could also smell the faint scent of blood in the air. He knew Xia Siyu was feeling unwell, as she would get irritable like this every month: "When I got off the plane, I received your messages. My flight was at ten; I left as soon as I finished filming. Song Fengzhi is still there handling the aftermath. Because I missed you."
