Bo Yan's arrival caused everyone in the room to pause for a moment. He had changed back into a suit, a crisp black one, and his hair, slightly disheveled from their earlier kiss in the car, added a touch of rebellious charm. The disarray had a certain handsome appeal to it.
He stood at the doorway, slightly turned aside. After finishing his sentence, he looked up a little and his gaze found Xia Siyu in the hall. Although there was no smile on his face, his tone was gentle, "It wasn't just getting up together, we also picked out gifts and came here together. Right, wife?"
The last word's inflection rose slightly, and when combined with his deep, resonant voice, it lingered pleasantly. Paired with his peach blossom eyes, it conveyed a sense of passion and depth.
