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He hurriedly spoke up, “Siyu… do you have feelings for me?”
Xia Siyu didn’t move an inch for a long while, not only failing to respond but not even opening her eyes.
What did this mean, she drank too much and fell straight to sleep?
Bo Yan thought for a moment, then sat beside her. He hesitated for a bit and asked again, “Siyu, do you still like me?”
This time, Xia Siyu reacted—Bo Yan was leaning too close, squeezing her, and Xia Siyu shifted her body, clearly indicating displeasure.
In that instant, Bo Yan nearly fell apart, threatening through gritted teeth, “If you don’t answer, I’ll kiss…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Xia Siyu suddenly sat up, clearly having woken up, “What’s all the noise, is there a mosquito?”
She had clearly been sleeping soundly and was annoyed by something buzzing incessantly by her ear. She sat up feeling irritated, her head still slightly spinning.
It took her a very long time to notice that there seemed to be a person-shaped object standing beside her, which appeared to be Bo Yan.
Xia Siyu really squinted to take a look, and it was indeed Bo Yan.
He was standing by the side of her bed, with a look of disdain on his face, as if her appearance was an eyesore.
Xia Siyu couldn’t be bothered with him, still feeling groggy. She casually scratched an itch and got up unsteadily. After walking a few steps, she remembered to look back at the camera. At least she still had the self-awareness of a female celebrity, knowing that with her less-than-ideal appearance, she shouldn’t show up on camera.
Only after confirming that the camera was turned off, did she walk to the bathroom and close the door.
However, Bo Yan waited outside for a long time without hearing a sound from inside. Worried, he walked up to the bathroom door. After thinking for a moment, he didn’t push the door open outright but knocked first, then asked in a cold voice, “Are you dead or alive?”
There was no response from inside.
Bo Yan stood at the door and listened for a while, confirming there was no movement inside. He knocked on the door again, “I need to use the bathroom now.”
After saying that, he pushed open the bathroom door.
Upon opening it, he saw the scene inside and couldn’t help but laugh silently to himself. Xia Siyu had put the toilet lid down, sat on it herself, and with her head against the sink, had fallen asleep like that.
Given what had just happened, Bo Yan didn’t get very close. He stood half a meter away, looking down at her from above, his voice cold, “Are you still alive?”
Xia Siyu didn’t move, only her breathing was even.
Bo Yan was speechless, this time carefully approaching and gently shaking her shoulder.
She was truly asleep this time.
Bo Yan sighed. He could only bend down and carefully lift her.
In her sleep, Xia Siyu was completely unaware, her head comfortably resting against his shoulder as he carried her to the bed. Bo Yan took her shoes off, hesitated over whether to remove her makeup, or to unfasten the hooks of her bra. His hand had just grazed the edge of her clothes when the surprising elasticity made him feel as if he’d been burned, and he quickly retracted it, then rushed to the bathroom to close the door.
He took another shower, a cold one this time.
He even took a selfie showing his eight-pack abs in the mirror and posted it on his Weibo. It served as a treat for the fans and also as interaction.
What he didn’t know was that while he was taking a shower and snapping pictures, the Xia Siyu outside turned over, sleep talking a sentence, “Bo Yan, you big jerk.”