Xia Siyu's twenty-seventh birthday gift to herself was gaining a friend with benefits.
So far, she thought it was pretty good. Bo Yan probably thought so too.
But his coming alone wasn't without benefits; at least now, with Qin Baizhou's unexpected visit, he wouldn't see a house filled with men's products, at most some clutter.
As soon as Qin Baizhou stepped through the door, although there was a smile on his face, his eyes were definitely scouting around.
Besides a few spent trinkets in the garbage can, nothing was evident on the surface. Siyu, although tired from the previous night, slept rather well after the exercise, and with a weight lifted from her heart, she and Bo Yan shamelessly played their games. She was much more at ease and carefree.
Her composure, in the eyes of Qin Baizhou, seemed as though nothing had happened, as if she was just too tired and had slept soundly, now looking quite spirited.
