Xia Siyu nodded hastily, immediately admitting, "There definitely won't be a second time! Even if you want a second time, I won't agree!"
As she spoke, Bo Yan's face took on an indecipherable expression; it was like he wanted to laugh, yet appeared disdainful, or perhaps the anger from before was still there.
He dropped a line, "Do whatever you want."
Then he turned his back to change clothes and didn't pay her any more attention.
The awkward atmosphere between the two persisted until they both had tidied themselves up and even drawn the bed curtains.
After that, they turned on the camera, switched on the microphone, opened the door, and acted as if nothing had happened.