Xia Siyu was extrely anxious. The key issue was that when she got anxious, her fingers wouldn’t obey. What was ant to be a neat bow ended up in a dead knot...
"You, you, you are not allowed to co in!"
Bo Yan had already found it odd, but he was too lazy to expose Xia Siyu’s little sches and just watched her act out: "What’s up? I want to use the bathroom."
"You go to the one in your room!"
Bo Yan did have a room, equipped with a bathroom. However, he and Xia Siyu had been living together for a long ti now, and he rarely went back to his own room. Of course, when Xia Siyu used to live alone, clothes were strewn everywhere, and the place was a ss. Originally, Wei Jingjing helped her tidy up, but now that big responsibility was all left to Bo Yan.
Bo Yan knew she was probably up to so sneaky antics inside, but he wasn’t bothered to force his way in. He just chuckled and said, "Alright, I’ll go next door. So for tonight, what do you want to eat? Instant noodles again?"
Xia Siyu rembered sothing she read today in the "Rekindle Brilliance Strategy," which ntioned that one of the points was to "create an atmosphere, change the monotonous environnt, choose new ways to offer a fresh experience, and savor novelty."
She and Bo Yan rarely ate Western food. Bo Yan, for the sake of convenience in the mornings, would make her sandwiches and coffee, but for regular als, even when he cooked, it was usually Chinese food.
They couldn’t frequently go out shopping, buy things, or like the other ti when they had a pre-New Year’s rehearsal, go out to eat with a group of dance instructors and vocal coaches. With such a group, they could only have Western food. The usual dating routines of couples like strolling, watching movies, going to restaurants for a candlelit dinner, enjoying romantic life—
they couldn’t have any of them.
Now, though, having a little wine at ho, eating so steak, and setting up a candlelit dinner were all nice options, at least a change.
"Alright. Just perfect, we still have that bottle of Lafite from the last ti we got so wine from Han Yifan. Let’s open it today."
Last ti, Bo Yan had hoarded three bottles of wine from Han Yifan—finished the Latour, but the Lafite and Romane-Conti were still there. He brought the Lafite over; the Romane-Conti was still aging at the villa. Such fine wine requires lengthy decanting, and it hasn’t reached its pri drinking period. Opening too early, in industry terms, is called "killing a baby," aning you can’t taste the wine’s best flavors.
Xia Siyu didn’t understand these things, she just nodded repeatedly and hurriedly sent Bo Yan away. She then turned back and struggled to undo the dead knot, spending a long ti without success. Xia Siyu was not one for patience, so she directly took scissors and cut it open.
She thought for a mont and decided to wear that set of "Butterfly Lovers." Although it was tight, at least it has a layer of thin gauze outside, which could sowhat cover her up.
Then she put on a loose loungewear over it, perfectly covering the dress’s hem beneath.
When she went out, Bo Yan had already opened the wine, and the ruby-like glow was settling in the decanter. They had steaks prepared at ho, which were taken out to thaw. He was still in the kitchen chopping so sides—potatoes, onions, and such.
Xia Siyu went to the kitchen, hugged his waist, and rubbed against his back, using a coy, sweet voice that didn’t suit her at all to say, "What’s my darling up to?"
As soon as her voice ca out, Bo Yan’s hand trembled, nearly cutting his hand with the knife.
Xia Siyu’s attempt at being coy was like a bear rubbing against a tree, really sowhat... unbearable.
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