After a quick clean-up, he washed up, got ready, took off his pajamas, and just wore shorts as he came in, feeling delighted, yet apprehensive.
Xia Siyu was still lying on her side, the same way she had fallen asleep after removing her makeup. He lifted the blanket and slipped in beside her. After a moment of thought, he moved closer to her. Then, with another thought, he shifted her head onto his shoulder so it looked like she was sleeping against him, creating an image of intimacy between the two.
This time, Xia Siyu did not reach out to hold him, nor did she cuddle against him.
Bo Yan turned his head, the dim bedside lamp casting a soft glow on her face. Her features, devoid of makeup, were fresh and clear, and still breathtakingly beautiful.
Gently, he kissed her forehead and turned off the light, then snuggled his head close, resting his forehead against hers.
He liked her, he did not just like her.
