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Even though this was first class, it was still an airplane, and with a bed in the room, there was only a tiny passageway left. Xia Siyu, sitting in front of the bed doing her skincare, left him no room to step past and get his pajamas from the bedside cabinet.

Bo Yan watched for a while; Xia Siyu didn’t move an inch. Perhaps because she saw him standing there dumbfounded, her skincare routine slowed down even more, intentionally dragging it out.

Bo Yan spoke up, “There are two options. One, you move aside, so I can get my pajamas. Two, you get my pajamas for me, they’re in the bedside cabinet.”

Xia Siyu paid him no attention, “I choose a third option, you wait beside me until I finish my skincare and clean up, then you can go and get them.”

“Is that so?” Bo Yan replied indifferently, then—straightaway shed his bathrobe, his body clad only in a pair of briefs.

Xia Siyu turned her head abruptly in shock, “Bo Yan, what are you doing?”

Although her words were reproachful, her gaze still fixated on his physique. Especially since this scoundrel was wearing low-rise, tight briefs, it was evident he had an Adonis belt! The line of his Adonis belt extended downward from his waist, cutting off just above his briefs. Xia Siyu was sitting, putting her gaze right in line with his shorts. Without having to stare too closely, a mere glance revealed the contours of his briefs…

Um, it seemed quite full.

Then, Bo Yan approached her step by step in his briefs. By the time he reached in front of her, Xia Siyu finally felt something was off, “Bo Yan, have you lost your mind?”

“Didn’t you ask what I was doing?” Bo Yan said, halting in front of her, leaning down perilously close to her face, “If you won’t move, then I’ll just have to go without pajamas. I’m a man after all, not embarrassed to be seen by a woman. If you want to look, take a good look.”

“Who, who wants to look at you,” Xia Siyu refused adamantly, yet her eyes still greedily roved over Bo Yan’s abdominal muscles.

Many male celebrities have no abs during photo shoots, or just a faint suggestion of them, relying on makeup artists and photo editors to bring out those barely-there muscles, even applying oil and highlights to draw female fans’ screams.

But Bo Yan needed none of that, his waist was both strong and slender, his abs clear yet not too pronounced, making her want to reach out and touch, but not quite daring to.

Bo Yan leaned even closer, the distance shrinking, his face nearly about to kiss her lips, and even his body almost touching hers. As Xia Siyu was forced to lean back, wondering if this guy was really going to kiss her, he suddenly stood up. It turned out that she had been sitting on the edge of the bed, blocking the path, and by lying back, hadn’t she just made room?

He chuckled, “Wouldn’t it have been easier to do this from the start?”

Then he strolled leisurely to the bedside cabinet, took out his pajama top and bottoms, and dressed himself unhurriedly.

Xia Siyu felt a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, with a touch of awkwardness that was neither here nor there.

After that, came the time for them both to rest.