Bo Yan didn't understand why and thought she might have a problem, so he turned his head to kiss her, "What's wrong, Siyu?"
Xia Siyu also turned her head, looking directly into Bo Yan's eyes.
Although there wasn't much light in the Northwest, she could still make out Bo Yan's profile. The closer she got, the more handsome she found him to be.
Bo Yan was of course very handsome, but up close, he appeared even more so. Moreover, from this angle—unlike those of teammates, fans, or photographers—no one could see the affectionate look on his face. His eyes were originally like peach blossoms, but at this moment, they were almost overflowing with Peach Blossom Pool, thousands of feet deep, as if one glance would drown her in them.
His peach blossom eyes were the very symbol of flirtation, yet his gaze at her at this moment was so passionate. It was as if in the depths of his eyes, in the bottom of his heart, there was only room for her.
