Chapter 43 I need a kiss to feel better

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"Okay." Jiang Siyu didn't really like popcorn, she only bought it to fit the occasion.

Soon the movie started, and Jiang Siyu and Bo Siye both leaned back in their chairs and watched quietly.

Midway through the film, there is a scene depicting the male and female protagonists falling in love amidst chaos but being forced to separate.

They kissed goodbye amidst the cataclysmic disaster, the background music lingering in the atmosphere both grand and poignant, deeply moving.

The girl who had just greeted Jiang Siyu was already crying her eyes out, and her boyfriend was squatting in front of her, wiping her tears and quietly comforting her.

Later, the boy simply stood up and kissed the girl's lips.

The girl stopped crying and instead shyly responded to the boy's kiss.

Jiang Siyu, who had been watching the whole thing, raised an eyebrow.

Is this even possible?

She's always been easily moved to tears, so this scene from the movie didn't have a significant impact on her.

but……

Jiang Siyu glanced at Bo Siye and saw that he was still watching the movie intently, so she suddenly moved closer to him.

"Mu Qingye".

Upon hearing the way she addressed him, Bo Siye's heart trembled violently.

This feeling of excitement stemmed from the muscle memory that arose two years ago when she called his name repeatedly.

He turned his head to look at her. "What's wrong?"

Jiang Siyu pursed her lips. "This makes me a little sad."

"So?" Bo Siye thought Jiang Siyu didn't want to watch anymore and was about to ask her if she wanted to leave early when he heard Jiang Siyu say seriously:

"I need a kiss to feel better."

Bo Siye's dilated pupils were filled with surprise, but Jiang Siyu didn't give him a chance to think and pressed herself against him.

She kissed the corner of his lips, and although it was just a light kiss, it still made Bo Siye unable to regain his composure.

So Bo Siye didn't pay any attention to what the second half of the movie was about, while Jiang Siyu watched it with great interest.

After the movie ended, the two left the cinema with the flow of people.

"Are we going home now?" Bo Siye asked.

"Did you eat anything before you came?" Jiang Siyu asked, puzzled.

She ate something when she met with clients in the afternoon, so she's not very hungry now.

"I didn't eat."

“That just so happens I’m hungry too,” Jiang Siyu said, glancing around the movie theater before spotting a Cantonese fried rice noodle shop.

The rich aroma of cooking over the wok made Jiang Siyu somewhat tempted.

"Want some?" Bo Siye noticed her gaze and asked.

"Okay." Jiang Siyu nodded. "Add sausage and eggs, and more vegetables."

“Okay, I’ll go buy it.” Bo Siye pulled Jiang Siyu to the front of the flower bed and found her a spacious spot to stand.

The fried rice noodle stall was set up right in front of the shop, and the shop was filled with fumes. Jiang Siyu was a clean person and would not want to eat in such a fumes.

On the way to Bo Siye's shopping trip, Jiang Siyu stood quietly in the spot he had found for her, watching him walk out of the shop and then join the queue at the back.

The man was still wearing his work suit, and he looked strangely comical standing in the line.

As someone walked past Jiang Siyu, she heard them say, "Whose domineering CEO is buying snacks to appease his little darling?"

"You look more like an actor, with such good looks."

"He's definitely not an actor. I don't know how a male actor who looks like that could become famous."

"Tsk, I'm a little envious of his girlfriend, she eats so well."

"Thank you," Jiang Siyu couldn't help but say.

The girls who were having a heated discussion looked at Jiang Siyu in surprise.

Jiang Siyu smiled at them and said, "Thank you for complimenting my boyfriend."

"What the hell?" How could you be making crickets in front of your little darling?

The tallest girl among them quickly waved her hand, looked at Jiang Siyu carefully, and then said seriously:

"Actually, I think your boyfriend eats better."

The girl in front of me was wearing a beige trench coat over a black fitted turtleneck sweater, which accentuated her graceful figure.

A pair of tight-fitting jeans hugged the girl's long, slender legs, making it absolutely stunning.

Moreover, the girl in front of him was wearing nude-colored stilettos, which, combined with her long legs, created an incredibly strong visual impact.

What an absolutely stunning, aloof, and elegant woman!

Several girls excitedly crowded around Jiang Siyu, wanting to take a group photo, and Jiang Siyu didn't refuse.

After taking photos with them, she then looked at Bo Siye.

The group moved quickly, and there were only three people ahead of Bo Siye.

As she looked over, Bo Siye was also looking at her.

After a moment of eye contact, Jiang Siyu slowly raised the corners of her lips and then waved to him.

Bo Siye's gaze froze, his eyes fixed on Jiang Siyu.

Then my heart started racing again.

Even though he knew that everything in front of him was just Jiang Siyu's desensitization process, Bo Siye still couldn't help but become addicted to it.

"Young man, what would you like to eat?"

The boss's voice interrupted the suppressed pain in Bo Siye's heart.

He snapped out of his daze, ordered the dishes as Jiang Siyu requested, and waited a few minutes for the freshly made Cantonese fried rice noodles to be packed into a box.

After taking the package and paying, Bo Siye walked towards Jiang Siyu.

"Let's eat in the car."

"Mm." Jiang Siyu nodded. On the way to the parking lot, Bo Siye thought about what had just happened and asked:

What were you saying to those girls just now?

“Speak,” Jiang Siyu began, then deliberately paused, waiting for Bo Siye’s questioning gaze to fall on her before placing her slightly cold hand in his palm.

Seemingly not expecting her to do this, Bo Siye lowered his eyes and stared at the hand pressed against his palm for a long time before slowly clenching it.

Feeling the burning heat of his palm, Jiang Siyu continued:

"When they compliment your looks, I thank them."

"You complimented me, and you said thank you?" Bo Siye raised an eyebrow. "In what capacity did President Jiang say that?"

"His status as an ex-girlfriend."

"..."

Seeing Bo Siye's expression darken, Jiang Siyu shook their clasped hands:

"Just kidding."

“I told them you were my boyfriend, and then they started to envy you.”

Boyfriend?

Bo Siye gently stroked Jiang Siyu's hand, "Why?"

"Um?"

"Why do you say I'm your boyfriend?" Bo Siye stopped and looked at Jiang Siyu. "Is it because you like me?"

Or is it because you're going to abandon me?

Bo Siye stared intently at Jiang Siyu, afraid of missing even a fleeting moment of emotion in her eyes.

But her eyes were completely clear, there was nothing there.

Perhaps I was momentarily surprised by my question, but then I calmed down again.

"I like it," she replied.

Bo Siye tightened his grip on Jiang Siyu's hand. Whether it was two years ago or now, this was the first time Bo Siye had heard those two words from her mouth.

He reached out and pulled the person into his arms.

Despite his possessive nature, Bo Siye's increasingly tight grip revealed a deep sense of unease.

The plastic bags rustled in the wind, and Bo Siye's free hand was firmly clasped behind Jiang Siyu's head.

He lowered his head and pressed his cheek against Jiang Siyu's ear: "Say it again, Ayu."

His voice trembled and grew softer, just like the phone call that afternoon, so low that Jiang Siyu could barely hear it.