Xia Siyu had a very comfortable sleep.
Perhaps it was really because she had done too much exercise yesterday, or perhaps, it was because Bo Yan hadn't touched her.
Or maybe it could be said that it was because Bo Yan was beside her, and she breathed in the familiar scent of his body, subconsciously feeling safe and reassured.
Xia Siyu, who usually fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow regardless of her surroundings, had changed her residence several times over the years. At its quickest once a week, at its slowest every six months, she was always targeted by paparazzi and stalkers, which forced her to move. Although she wasn't particular about sleeping in her own bed, subconsciously she still felt unsafe.
