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The night was now deep, and Bo Yan watched Xia Siyu sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to the camera, sitting up straight, her expression as if her soul had been captured by a soul-snatching creature, totally wooden and dazed.
Fortunately, no matter how one looked at her, her appearance didn’t give away that she was drunk.
The production team hadn’t noticed, the guests hadn’t noticed, and the netizens following the live stream hadn’t noticed either.
In the room, he even stretched deliberately without looking in Xia Siyu’s direction. Then he purposely said to the camera, “I’m going to take a shower, you rest for a bit.”
The comments went crazy immediately. It wasn’t even summer vacation, and though it was eleven o’clock at night over here, it was about five in the morning over there in Germany. At this time, his words exploded with life among the viewers:
“Oh my God, Teacher Bo is flirting with me!”
“Ahhh, Yan Bao’s eight pack abs!”
“Immediately, right now, I need to know where Yan Bao lives, I’m taking a rocket to watch!”
“I’ve fallen, and I need Teacher Bo to kiss me before I can get up!”
Even though Bo Yan didn’t look at his phone, he could guess what the live comments probably looked like. He usually carried himself with dignity and restraint, rarely showing that bewitchingly charming expression that could lead someone astray, as seen in movies. So this casual tease was especially lethal.
He even purposely raised his eyebrows at the camera and said, “Want to see? If you want, nod your head.”
There was a person operating the camera behind it, and, faced with his tease, they actually bobbed the camera up and down to indicate a nod.
“You want to see, huh? Well, I’m not going to show you.”
After Bo Yan spoke, he covered one camera after another, leaving none uncovered. He did it on purpose, to shut off all the cameras, so he could justifiably turn off all the devices without the other side complaining about him and Xia Siyu being up to something.
Then he turned off the microphone and drew the curtains.
After some thought, he also locked the door.
With everything in place, he finally turned around.
Xia Siyu was sitting quietly at the head of the bed. But even seated at the head of the bed, she didn’t rest. Her body, although sitting up straight, was tilted rigidly to one side, her head resting on the nightstand, her face confused.
Bo Yan took a deep breath, approached her slowly, crouched in front of her, and then asked in a low voice, “Xia Siyu, Siyu?”
Xia Siyu hummed through her nose, her eyes not even opening. Between breaths, there was a strong smell of alcohol.
He was right; Xia Siyu really was drunk.
The alcohol provided in Germany was mostly wine or champagne, none of which was very high in alcohol content. Germany produces a lot of white wine, especially sweet white wine, which tastes sweet like a drink but has an alcohol content of around thirteen degrees; it’s easy to overindulge by mistake.
The last time he saw Xia Siyu drunk, he thought she must have downed at least a big bottle of red or a bottle of white, but this time she had fallen over after barely a quarter of a bottle of red.
“Siyu, Siyu, can you hear me talking?”
Xia Siyu wrinkled her little nose, and while she still didn’t open her eyes, her face was full of impatience.
She really was drunk, and Bo Yan found it hard to do anything to her. He didn’t want to take advantage of her in such a state and do anything unbecoming. But collecting a little bit of interest was still possible.
“So, I’ll ask you a question, and you have to answer honestly. Otherwise, I’ll kiss you. If you don’t speak, I’ll take it as consent.”
They say that in vino veritas.
He really wanted to ask, just what kind of feelings did Xia Siyu have for him?