"Little umbrella, little umbrella."
Bo Yan froze for a moment this time, but he didn't continue. He actually stopped in his tracks, went to grab some gear first, and then came back to join the battle.
Xia Siyu certainly wouldn't take a passive beating either. She chose to go on the offensive. For a while, the two of them were locked in fierce combat—neither willing to back down or admit defeat, and neither ready to compromise easily.
The battle was intense, lasting significantly longer than usual. By the time the "truce" was called, Bo Yan's face and body were covered in red scratch marks made by her, with his back being the hardest-hit area. It was crisscrossed with lines, all left behind by her nails.
Xia Siyu didn't fare much better. Although Bo Yan didn't use his nails, he did exert some force when he grabbed her waistline to gain the upper hand strategically. Xia Siyu's skin was so fair that the faint bluish-purple marks stood out even more.
