Bo Yan thought carefully, "No, you just sweated a lot. When you took off your jacket, the clothes inside were all soaked with sweat."
Xia Siyu stiffened, quickly looked down, and saw that she was still wearing the same white T-shirt, which was indeed covered with dust and dirt.
She hastily wrapped herself with the quilt, but then felt that she was dirtying the blanket, so she didn't wrap herself too tightly.
"When I collapsed, was my hair a mess, my expression fierce, my face detestable? Was my pose very ugly?"
Bo Yan: "..."
He turned to leave, not wanting to deal with her. Just as he opened the door, Xia Siyu called out from behind, "Come back."
Bo Yan did not turn around, but he paused in his steps.
Xia Siyu buried her head in the quilt, a bit embarrassed as she said, "I want to eat pig trotters. Pig trotters with rice, just the perfect combination!"
Bo Yan did not immediately agree, opened the door, and walked out, "I'll ask if they can make it."
