"Bo Yanqi, tell me the truth. What exactly was your purpose in coming on this show?" Qi Si sat on Bo Yanqi's lap, looking at him with a serious expression.
As the saying went—if you couldn't resist, you might as well lie back and enjoy it.
Since he couldn't break free of Bo Yanqi's hold, he might as well not tire himself out.
Besides, Bo Yanqi's lap was much more comfortable than a cold, hard stool.
Like some kind of pervert, Bo Yanqi leaned close to Qi Si's neck and lightly inhaled his scent.
"Baby, did you put on perfume? Why do you smell so good? Hmm?"
Bo Yanqi's low, hoarse voice rang beside Qi Si's ear, the slight rasp in it sounding both seductive and filthy.
Qi Si frowned and pushed Bo Yanqi's head away. "Don't be such a pervert! You still haven't answered my question. Stop changing the subject!"
"What question? Why I came on the show?" Bo Yanqi asked in return.
"You know perfectly well what I mean." Qi Si slapped away the hand Bo Yanqi had reached toward his waist.
Bo Yanqi withdrew his hand along with the motion, only to start playing with Qi Si's hair instead.
Like someone with ADHD, that hand simply couldn't stay still.
Qi Si was thoroughly annoyed.
"Don't move! Keep messing around, and I'll chop your hand off!" Qi Si glared at Bo Yanqi fiercely.
Bo Yanqi's hand stopped beside Qi Si's ear, but while his hand had stopped moving, his mouth certainly had not.
"Could you bear to do it? Wouldn't you feel bad if you chopped off my hand?"
"No, I wouldn't. Behave yourself! Answer my question first!"
Seeing how fixated Qi Si was on this question, Bo Yanqi sighed helplessly. "What was my purpose in joining the