Chapter 440: 439: New-Type Relations (Extra 1 for Monthly Ticket)

The car traveled along, with Qin Baizhou, Wei Jingjing, LaXiaotang driving, and Xia Siyu as the four passengers.

Since boarding the car, Xia Siyu had her head down, looking at her phone. It wasn’t that she was purposely avoiding closeness with Qin Baizhou, but rather, the person messaging her was Bo Yan. If she didn’t respond, Bo Yan might just call her directly.

After all, the ride back was boring anyway. Rather than doing nothing, chatting with him also served to kill the time.

Bo Yan’s messages to her were straightforward and blunt, “Are you home yet? When is your flight tomorrow? Once you’re in the Northwest, I can’t wait to see you.”

What “see” you? Perhaps the word “do” would be more fitting in place of “see.”

But since they had opened up to each other, Xia Siyu had tossed aside her unnecessary sense of shame.

Having decided on an open relationship, why hide and seek? How else to enjoy themselves?

As everyone knows, the body is for physical pleasure, love for emotional needs, and marriage for societal needs. She didn’t want emotions or social ties; she wanted pleasure.

If it was about pleasure, then she would take it however it came!

Over the years, Xia Siyu hadn’t watched many Japanese films, but when she was younger, she’d seen a lot of comics! And under the guise of “art,” she had seen quite a few beautifully shot action movies.

Although her total nights with Bo Yan were only a handful, her little notebook already had a long list of ways to have fun!

She even teased, “And then what? Bo Yan, you only have these few methods, too boring. Don’t you have any good recommendations?”

So far, the most they had “unlocked” were different spots around the house. Bed, bathroom, by the door, sofa. Hmm, she had been really angry at the time, but thinking back, she had to admit, doing it by the door when someone was around was especially thrilling.

Bo Yan was still attending a dinner party. Although he was there for a meeting, besides the leaders, there were many well-known actors, directors, writers, and other “students” present. It was a typical social setting where everyone gathered to eat and drink.

Director Yu Fenfei was also there, though he was serving as an instructor giving lectures.

At that moment, Bo Yan was sneakily messaging Xia Siyu while talking to the director and others. He just wanted to flirt with her. But after her barrage of taunts, his phone slipped out of his hands and smashed onto the floor with a “crack.”

When his phone fell, Director Yu heard the noise and turned back, “What happened?”

Bo Yan maintained his usual cold demeanor, not showing a hint of panic as he picked up his phone and calmly said, “Slip of the hand.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Director Fifteen just made an “oh” sound, not minding Bo Yan’s little mishap, and turned back to continue chatting with others. Bo Yan’s face betrayed nothing, but as he picked up his phone to reply, his fingers fluttered and he typed rapidly, “I can’t stop thinking about you being on top. I want it in the car, outdoors. You used to dance, right? You should be quite flexible; there are many positions we could unlock. We can try them one by one.”

Xia Siyu’s question kept him from feeling tired. Even though he had no interest in Japanese adult films—no artistry, no discretion, just blunt primal impacts—what good is that?

They will never understand that the beauty of “being beckoned and called forth, half-concealed with a lute in hand” is the ultimate expression!