The sound of a phone ringing came from outside. Xia Siyu appeared to put some distance between them, but in reality, her hand still rested gently on his shoulder without pushing him away: "There's a call outside."
Bo Yan didn't look up at all, nor did he respond. He lingered on her neck, nibbling gently and persistently.
Bo Yan's hair wasn't like Wang Zisu's soft, fine curls; his hair was dark and shiny, with just a hint of stiffness, like supple blades of grass. When it brushed her neck, it left her skin ticklish, almost like the sensation of rolling around on a grassy field.
The ringing outside kept going. Xia Siyu lowered her head slightly, her voice soft: "The phone is still ringing."
This time, Bo Yan finally responded. Without lifting his head, he uttered a faint "Mm," a sound so ambiguous that one couldn't tell whether he was acknowledging her words or just making a casual noise.
