Bo Yan bent down and lifted her up sideways. Though his face remained calm, his footsteps were incredibly fast.
Not only that, but even with makeup on, one could see that his face and neck were flushed. Given how thick-skinned this guy was, he definitely wasn't shy; it was pure excitement.
Bo Yan, holding her, kicked open the bedroom door but didn't go straight to the bed. Instead, he turned and headed for the bathroom.
Even though he was eager, he knew he had to clean up properly to avoid getting dust and stains from the outside on himself and his partner.
But just as he was about to enter, Xia Siyu stretched out her leg, blocking the doorway. Bo Yan paused and looked down at her; Xia Siyu lightly traced her hand over the paint on his chest, "Is this costume waterproof?"
She liked this color, liked Bo Yan in this outfit.
