Bo Yan would never be content just resting downstairs. The so-called bed-making just now was nothing more than a stalling tactic.
Xia Siyu never called for him, so he leisurely took a bath downstairs and changed into pajamas.
As a delicate piggy boy, he even applied some skincare to his face—no choice, his long vacation was ending tomorrow, and he had to go back to work. As a celebrity, he had to maintain his skin.
He even shaved.
Before leaving, he pocketed a few condoms and took the key to the room before heading upstairs.
If Xia Siyu didn't open the door for him, it was simple, he had the key! Aside from the front door and the safe, all the doors in the house could be opened with a key.
As the key turned, it only made one revolution before the door opened, clearly, Xia Siyu hadn't double locked it.
