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After the pleasantries, Wang Zisu couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you standing in front of Sister Siyu’s door? Is she in trouble, or did she oversleep?”
No sooner had she finished speaking than a hint of embarrassment pervaded the air. Wang Zisu herself quickly realized she had said something wrong and hurriedly averted her gaze.
When everyone first gathered around, there wasn’t this feeling, but now that everyone was collectively waiting at the door, it seemed that the real issue had come to the fore.
The phrase “throwing a diva tantrum” was almost on the tip of Li Yiru’s tongue.
Seeing the situation turning south, Hu Juyue was about to smooth things over when Bo Yan got up, put away his phone, and turned to knock on the door: “Are you ready?”
He asked very naturally, with a hint of intimacy in his voice, but at this moment, it was also a perfect way to divert everyone’s attention.
The others found it a bit odd, but they didn’t inquire further and turned their gazes toward the door along with Bo Yan.
No one responded from behind the door, but soon enough, footsteps could be heard inside.
That meant she was ready.
Bo Yan pushed the door open and found Xia Siyu already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed. She wore a simple black long shirt dress, her hair—a most ordinary black and straight—casually draped over her shoulders. Her face wasn’t heavily made up; aside from her lips being a shade too red, she looked fresh and clear. Against the backdrop of Italy’s blue skies and white clouds, she seemed even more ethereal.
Bo Yan glanced at her hair and makeup, but then quickly looked away. Perhaps because of the recording, her room had been tidied up; the bed was made and the comforter folded, at least it all looked orderly.
Xia Siyu was relaxed and even in the mood to tease: “Everyone got up quite early and arrived together.”
Li Yiru couldn’t hold back and responded, “Not early, it’s almost twelve o’clock now.”
Xia Siyu wasn’t about to hold her temper and retorted: “Weren’t you supposed to go morning exercise with Bo Yan? You’ve changed into your outfit already, how come you’ve finished so soon? That was what, not even five minutes?”
At the beginning, when everyone gathered together, Li Yiru’s so-called “sportswear” seemed a bit provocative, and everyone just felt it was a little odd. It turned out she wanted to be with Bo Yan and tried to stand out by wearing something cooler. Xia Siyu didn’t hold back, calling it out directly; after all, she wasn’t the one feeling awkward.
Bo Yan didn’t join the conversation, just gave Xia Siyu a cool glance before saying, “Get up first.”
Xia Siyu naturally refused, glaring at him.
Hmph, don’t think that just because there are lots of people around and it’s a TV crew that he can throw his weight around; I won’t allow it!
Bo Yan didn’t insist further; he just looked at her coolly: “Then I’ll have to take action.
Take what action? What did that mean?
Xia Siyu didn’t know, nor did the others. But after Bo Yan said that, he walked two steps to the bedside, where Xia Siyu was sitting on the one facing out.
He towered above her; she sat unafraid.
He looked down; she looked up. He was indifferent; she was defiant.
As a battle seemed imminent, even Zhou Weiwei, who knew they were husband and wife, couldn’t help but feel concerned about the current tension: “Umm, Siyu…”
Hu Juyue also couldn’t help stepping up to perform the host’s duty, ready to control the situation.
In front of everyone’s eyes and amidst Xia Siyu’s fury—Bo Yan leaned forward from the waist, head down, arms open, and suddenly his face was in front of hers, as if to embrace Xia Siyu!