Xie Cheng was startled and hesitated while opening the car door, "25th floor, 2508."
"Got it, I’ll go up myself, you don’t need to follow me," Bo Yan said to Xie Cheng as he pulled open the car door.
He quickly put on a hat and a mask, and with his cellphone in hand, he walked toward the apartment while Xie Cheng rolled down the window and called out to him.
Bo Yan paused in his steps and turned to look at him, Xie Cheng felt a shiver run down his spine at his glance, "What, what’s wrong?"
Xie Cheng, "Don’t forget that you have work tomorrow. The kick-off ceremony for ’Emperor Shun of Tang’ and in the afternoon, you need to fly to another city for the promotion of ’Hero.’ Your fans haven’t seen you in a long time."
"I know, come pick me up tomorrow."
After that, he left Xie Cheng staring at a tall and straight retreating figure.
He was just trying to test the waters, to see if he had to wait for Bo Yan downstairs, but who would have thought that he was actually going to spend the night at Yuran’s place?
He wasn’t worried that Yuran would devour him?
Just as he thought this, Xie Cheng stopped himself abruptly. It should be unlikely, considering how Yuran had behaved lately, she had been overly nice.
Since the grand actor Bo didn’t need him to wait, then so be it.
When Bo Yan was going upstairs, he encountered two women in the elevator. They were chatting happily at first, but his presence immediately dominated the space.
The two girls looked at him in shock, one of them with more courage even tried to tilt her head to get a better look at his face.
After all, there had been too many incidents in elevators reported in the news, so they thought they had run into some kind of pervert, with his hat and mask on, he did not look like a good person.
The two girls clutched each other’s hands, standing in a corner, warily watching him.
He pressed the button for the 25th floor and plainly heard the girls let out a sigh of relief. He stood straight without making a sound or any sudden moves until he reached his floor and walked out, and only then did the girls slightly relax.
Yuran had made herself a bowl of tomato and egg noodle soup. Japanese cuisine really wasn’t her favorite; it was delicate but not very tasty. So after taking a bath when she got home, she cooked herself a bowl of noodles.
Just as she brought it to the dining table, the doorbell rang.
Rising with a mutter, she wondered: Who could be visiting me at this hour?
She peered through the peephole and, upon seeing the familiar face outside, was so startled she thought it was a hallucination. She leaned in for another look.
Why would he come here?
Without giving it much thought, she obediently and quickly opened the door. Bo Yan had already taken off his mask, hanging it on one ear. As the door swung open suddenly, he frowned upon seeing Yuran’s pink and rosy face, "You open the door without even asking who it is?"
Yuran’s greeting of "Brother Qi" was stuck in her throat as she replied, "...No, I looked through the peephole."
After saying this, she even pointed to the peephole on the door.
Bo Yan’s expression softened a bit, and he stepped in to close the apartment door. Since Yuran lived alone, there were no men’s slippers in the house, so she had to offer him her own to wear.
"I don’t have slippers for you to wear. Brother Qi, would you mind wearing mine?" she said, finding it somewhat amusing herself. The great actor Bo Yan, visiting her home with no shoes to wear.
Bo Yan’s expression darkened, and without even glancing at the slippers she was holding, he crossed the threshold in his socks and walked inside.
It wasn’t too cold, the heat was on, and the floor was carpeted, so walking on it wasn’t uncomfortable.