Xia Siyu made a "tsk" sound: "You’re so disgusting, you actually want to be my mom."

This clearly showed she was still drunk.

Bo Yan sighed: "Even if I wanted to, it would be to be your dad, how could I be your mom."

Xia Siyu showed a "I knew it" expression: "You’ve finally said what you’re thinking! You actually view me as your daughter, you pervert!"

It’s really something. When this guy is being capricious, he’s just a bigger version of a brat. He can run, jump and has strong combat power, hitting others, it’s painful. Plus, he has all the traits of a brat: mischievous and oblivious, won’t listen even after being educated.

Raising Xia Siyu is like experiencing the feeling of both having a wife and a daughter, it’s tough, brutal, but the happiness is also doubled.

Just like fathers all over the world, no matter how much they’ve sacrificed for their daughter, as long as she picks a handful of wildflowers on her way home from school, it’s the most beautiful gift in the world.

Although Xia Siyu’s parents were in love, due to family reasons they were far apart, spending little time together, her father’s presence was actually lacking. Although she was young then, and her mother didn’t mention much about the Xia Family’s dissatisfaction with them, trying to let her grow up in as healthy an environment as possible. But children are actually very perceptive and smart, she later felt her grandfather’s family’s dislike and resented her father, but deep down, she actually longed for fatherly love more.

Many needs a person has as an adult are to make up for childhood regrets. Looking at her later friendships, you can tell. Qin Baizhou is also this type of "elder-like" figure. Known as the "smiling tiger" in the industry, Qin Baizhou appears gentle but is sharp inside, in the seven or eight years Xia Siyu was with him, indeed she was once very attached to him. Unfortunately, they don’t see eye to eye on values, so love didn’t develop. If only Qin Baizhou’s self-interest was less, and he didn’t selfishly plan her life under the guise of "for her good", maybe Xia Siyu would like him.

Bo Yan is even more so. When they were first dating, it was equal, but once she completely opened her heart, her hidden needs jumped one by one. She’s capricious, unstable, rebellious, often changing moods, and especially attached to him. Previously, a simple misunderstanding could make her ignore him for a month, even hitting herself out of anger. Now drunk, her true nature is showing, desperately sticking to him.

If it were someone else, they might like it for a while but wouldn’t tolerate it during a relationship like this. Luckily, Bo Yan lost his parents young too, living with his grandfather like an outsider, also longing for familial love. Together with Xia Siyu, not only do they share common enemies, but also have needs for familial and romantic love.

So sometimes, marriage and romance have no secret, it’s purely "luck." With good luck, what you need is just what your partner can give. They appreciate your strengths and tolerate your weaknesses. Switch to someone else, even Qin Baizhou, in the beginning he might tolerate her because of affection. But if time passed and Xia Siyu’s true nature revealed, few can accept her unconditionally like Bo Yan could, still causing trouble.

Bo Yan chuckled, saying: "That’s nothing, raising you is harder than raising a daughter. They say daughters are the little sweet jackets of fathers, but I think your jacket must be made of dark fabric. You’re full of bad intentions, whenever your eyes flick and start figuring out how to mess with me."

Just as he spoke, Xia Siyu’s eyes really started darting around. She laughed mischievously, placing the glass aside, approaching with ill intent. Bo Yan saw her expression and knew she was up to mischief, alarms went off in his mind: "What are you up to?"

Xia Siyu laughed and said: "Bo Yan, Brother Yan, hubby, don’t hide, come over here, let me touch."

What she meant by "touch" was actually tickling. She reached her hand to Bo Yan’s waist, giggling as she tickled him. Xia Siyu feared tickling, assuming Bo Yan did too through empathy. Unfortunately, she guessed wrong.

Bo Yan, on the other hand, was generous, opening his arms wide, saying: "Come on."

Xia Siyu tickled a few spots, Bo Yan remained unmoved, even said: "A little more up, yes, there, use some force."

She promptly laid her hand down, sighed: "I’m tired, not playing anymore."

"You’re tired? No problem, take a rest, I will." Xia Siyu let go, Bo Yan immediately leaned in. Having been with Xia Siyu for years, he knew exactly where she’s most ticklish, just one touch and she doubled over, laughing: "Hahaha!"

She quickly twisted, trying to dodge to the side. But Bo Yan wouldn’t let her escape, soon lunged forward, straddling her, exhaling and targeting her ticklish spots with tickles.

When seen by others, Bo Yan is either a cold and distant flower on a lofty mountain, or a gentle and modest gentleman, or a knowledgeable aristocratic child. But it’s only with Xia Siyu, and while teasing Han Yifan, that you can see his true nature.

Xia Siyu wouldn’t just be subdued by restraining, one must use "magic" to defeat "magic." Thus he leapt up too, joining her in playful antics. Just now she was boasting about how she’d drink all the liquor, and once tipsy, started bothering him; thinking she can escape after offending him, no way.

Xia Siyu was adaptable, first trying to flee, when seeing she couldn’t, realizing not just unable, but increasingly trapped by Bo Yan, she started to act childish, dodging while pleading: "Hubby, Brother Yan, dear, let go, let...hahahaha! Quick, let go or I’ll get mad!"

Twisting around, she twisted to the bedside, felt her head beginning to hang in the air, blood rushing, her face turning redder.

She dared to get mad? Bo Yan moreover exerted all his strength, tickling until she laughed and cried, tears streaming down laughing: "Quick, quick let go, hahaha! Bo Yan you old man, your grandpa’s, if you don’t let go, I’ll..."

"You’ll what?"

Bo Yan really let go, he realized Xia Siyu was moving overly, not letting go she’d fall, half her body already hanging, nearly slipping off the bed onto the floor.

If she really fell he’d be heartbroken, he held her head protector with one arm so she wouldn’t fall, but didn’t easily release her, just hovered watching what threats she’d say.

"I’ll..." Xia Siyu’s hand wrapped around his neck, legs quickly entangled his waist. Ensuring she wouldn’t fall, then exerting strength, lifting her body to embrace him, planted a kiss on his cheek: "If you don’t let go, I won’t kiss you."