Xia Siyu was startled. Her first reaction was to quickly turn off the video, and her second reaction was to look back—and sure enough, it was Bo Yan. He had taken off his shirt and stepped out wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his lower body. Not only were his chest muscles and eight-pack abs on full display, but the towel was the short kind, barely covering the tops of his thighs, revealing the long, sleek lines of his legs.
Bo Yan’s face was expressionless, as if he hadn’t even glanced in her direction. He stepped out in slippers, drifted toward the water dispenser, and poured himself a glass of water.
But oddly enough, he didn’t leave right away. Instead, he stood there holding the glass, seemingly about to take a sip, but also appearing lost in thought.
This look—it was exactly like back when he was obviously thinking about her every day, yet pretended to be aloof and unapproachable, his face set with a cold, forbidding expression. If it hadn’t been for that period, Xia Siyu might have been fooled by him too.
Hmph, this guy. Clearly, he cares about . Just now, he overheard sending voice ssages to Qin Baizhou, and then saw video calling Wang Zisu. He’s green with jealousy but still wants to act like nothing’s wrong.
Fine, I’ll make him furious. I’ll insist on chatting with Wang Zisu!
She quickly dialed the voice call and started explaining, "No, I’m ho alone. There’s no one else besides at ho—oh, unless you count the dog."
Wang Zisu realized his slip and hurriedly changed the topic: "Oh, really? Then maybe I was mistaken."
In truth, after spending ti with Xia Siyu these days, he had a vague sense that she might already be in a relationship, though he hadn’t guessed it was with Bo Yan.
He really did like Xia Siyu, but his feelings remained those of a fan for their idol back then. Now that they’d gotten to know each other, the sentint had transford into the admiration of a younger brother toward an older sister—more innocent and appreciative than romantic.
Still, his sharp eyes hadn’t missed the sight of Bo Yan sauntering past in nothing but a towel. He couldn’t help feeling a tiny pang of disappointnt. After a pause, he said, "Sister Siyu, I’ll also be joining the Lunar New Year’s Eve event. Today’s rehearsal is abroad, so I haven’t returned yet. When I officially attend, I’ll co find you, okay?"
Xia Siyu nodded while leaning back strategically, sneaking glances at a certain soone drinking water from the corner of her eye. Then she replied at an exaggerated volu, "Of course! We haven’t seen each other in ages. After this event, let’s get together and catch up. The host this ti is Hu Juyue, and Shang Feifei will be there too. Let’s have a proper drink!"
She deliberately didn’t ntion Bo Yan.
Bo Yan was just about to bring the glass of water to his lips when he heard her words. His brow furrowed slightly, his hand still frozen in the drinking position. Yet not a single drop of water from the glass entered his mouth.
Wang Zisu nodded enthusiastically, "Originally, I had a group event... But if you’re there, who cares about the group!"
He was an idol who debuted as part of a boy band. Although the group had disbanded, they would occasionally regroup for album releases and festive performances. Normally, after such events, the band would get together for a post-show al.
"That wouldn’t be so nice," Xia Siyu quickly realized he’d have commitnts with his group. Even though they were technically on semi-solo paths, taking him away at such a mont wouldn’t feel right.
"It’s fine," Wang Zisu insisted. "Anyway, the other mbers probably all have their own connections. In the end, not many will stick together." He paused briefly, then asked with a pitiful look, "Sister Siyu, if I spend more ti with you, could you maybe... consider ?"
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