Xia Siyu is sitting on Bo Yan's body at this time. Although she hates Bo Yan, at this time, she still turns back, gently reaches out her hand and pats him on the shoulder, which is a consolation.

Then, what she saw was under the bangs, Bo Yan's peach blossom eyes, looking at her seriously through the bangs.

Bo Yan's peach blossom eyes are like a peach blossom when smiling, affectionate and heartless. But when you don't smile, as long as he is looking at you, you will feel that he is paying attention and loving. Will be bumping, will be shy dare not look directly at.

But in fact, he is just a casual look at you, a more polite attitude.

He became serious, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was another pressure, which seemed to be examining and exploring.

But at this moment, she swears that she can see the dog like eyes from Bo Yan's eyes, just like Wang zisu's, which is pitiful, can't help but want to trample, want to take out the delicious.

At this moment, she certainly did not dare to ravage him, and there was nothing delicious for him. But Xia Siyu's practice is to reach out and rub his hair.

Xia Siyu always wanted to rub Bo Yan's head before. Besides collecting his hair when fighting with him, he also wanted to rub it sometimes. Unfortunately, he is not Wang zisu, unlike Wang zisu, who is like a big dog called. If she rubs Bo Yan's hair, Bo Yan will rub her.

His hair is not as fluffy and soft as Wang zisu's, with a little curly. Bo Yan's hair is dark and a little hard. If this kind of hair is long, it should be very handsome and free in ancient times. If the robe is loose, he is the best spokesman of Wei Jin style.

At this moment, Bo Yan actually uses his face to rub Xia Siyu's palm. He has no makeup, and his skin is very smooth and delicate. The stubble on his ears and chin slightly sticks his hands, but it brings a strange stimulation. It's like the first time a little suckling dog has changed its coat.

Xia Siyu has known him for so many years and saw Bo Yan's eyes for the first time. Women have empathy and motherhood. Looking at cute animals, cute human cubs, or cute younger brothers who are similar to cubs, they can't help but love each other.

Maybe it's because Bo Yan's eyes are too pitiful, and there is a trace of stubbornness in the pitiful, which makes her not take back her hand. When she was put on the desk by Bo Yan and cleaned up all the books around her, she felt in a trance that she was cheated by him again!

He pities a wool, he pities, he is the human spirit clearly, he is not intentionally pretends, is waiting for her to enter the tiger's mouth?

Bo Yan lowered his head and touched the corner of her mouth. Strangely, he was ready to do it, but his expression was not as bright as a wolf, and he was still a little sad.

Maybe it's because of this look, maybe it's because she just heard his story. She clearly knows that this guy is upset and kind-hearted, but she can't seem to have any strength to resist.

Or, because Bo Yan blocked her route, she couldn't escape.

But she still insisted on pushing his shoulder with one hand, a little anxious but very determined: "no, no measures."

She didn't want to take medicine. It hurt her. Even she did not find that her current objection is not to drive him away, but that he did not take measures!

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