In the bedroom, Xia Siyu was sitting, taking care of her skin. Hearing some noise, she turned her head and saw him enter.
Bo Yan's hair was dripping with droplets, hanging in strands before his forehead. He was clad in a bathrobe, the belt not tied tightly, exposing a swathe of solid muscle on his chest. Xia Siyu had meant to glance and look away, but upon seeing his puffed chest muscles, her gaze lingered a bit longer.
Even though this was first class, it was still an airplane, and with a bed in the room, there was only a tiny passageway left. Xia Siyu, sitting in front of the bed doing her skincare, left him no room to step past and get his pajamas from the bedside cabinet.
Bo Yan watched for a while; Xia Siyu didn't move an inch. Perhaps because she saw him standing there dumbfounded, her skincare routine slowed down even more, intentionally dragging it out.
