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Bo Yan reacted as if heâd been scalded, hurriedly flicking his hand away and hopping a small step to the side, his face showing a clear desire to avoid contact, âGet away.â
Perhaps he retreated too swiftly; his calf struck the edge of the sofa, falling to the other side, but he quickly scrambled to his feet, racing away at the speed of an 800-meter sprint.
After that came the sound of him slamming the door with force.
Left behind, Xia Siyu froze for several seconds. For an instant, she was ready to confront Bo Yan.
She hadnât bothered to make a fuss when he took advantage of her in the restroom that one time, but what was this now? Clearly, she was the one being groped, yet he acted as if he were a young wife abused by a bully, desperate to keep a distance of eight feet from her.
What was he playing at, drawing close one moment and showing disgust the next?
She could feel that, for a moment, the look Bo Yan gave her was complicated.
To say it was disgust couldnât capture the whole story, but to call it closeness wasnât quite right either.
To accuse him of taking liberties, he was mostly a gentleman, bordering on indifferent. To say he had no ulterior motivesâshe wasnât so naive as to believe that herself.
Was it possible that living the life of an artiste, maintaining a cold and prohibitive persona, had twisted him?
While she was still pondering, the doorbell rang again, and she quickly got up to open the door.
Soon, Qin Baizhou had made his way upstairs.
At the door, Qin Baizhou greeted her with a smile, âI thought something happened to you just now. I was about to callâthe police.â
He paused briefly because as soon as he entered, he noticed a pair of menâs slippers on the floor.
Xia Siyu looked back, âWhy donât you come in?â
âOh, itâs nothing.â He quickly changed his shoes and casually glanced around,
âJingjing and Little Tang came earlier, didnât they? They helped you tidy up.â
Xia Siyu nodded, âYeah, I had a lot of stuff. Without their help, I wouldnât know when l t d have finished tidying up.â
Qin Baizhou nodded and began looking around the living room. He noticed two cups on the coffee table. Underneath the coffee table in the shelf were several scripts. One of them was clearly not provided by the company.
Then, looking at the flatware, although the set had six of each type, two were noticeably in frequent use.
Even though he didnât look into the bedrooms, it was apparent that one room had been used by Xia Siyu, and the other door was tightly shut.
Qin Baizhouâs gaze lingered on the closed door, the smile fading from his face.
But the next moment, when Xia Siyu emerged from her bedroom, he quickly relaxed again, âThis house isnât bad.â
âItâs okay.â
Xia Siyu invited him to sit on the couch and, noticing Bo Yanâs cup, she quickly took it away, âWould you like some water?â
âNo need.â Qin Baizhou pretended to be oblivious and started chatting with her.
He was here for two reasons. The first was about her reality show tomorrow.
Wei Jingjings words were always the same: donât be too impulsive. After all, Jingjing had been on a reality show and lost fans each timeâarrogant and temperamental, although malicious editing played a part, Xia Siyuâs fiery temperament was also true.
The second matter was about her contract with the company, which had only three months left before expiration.
Qin Baizhou certainly wanted to sign her on again; now, it was up to Xia Siyuâs intentions.
She didnât really care, âSend me the contract, and Iâll look over it when I get back.
Qin Baizhou nodded; these two matters resolved, the atmosphere became much lighter. He hinted indirectly, âSiyu, youâre at the age where you might think about dating. If you have any thoughts in that directionâŠ.â