When asked this question, Bo Yan, who had just been standing in the middle upright, had a slight flicker in his eyes under his bangs.
Honestly, if no one mentioned it, no one would care, but once asked, everyone's eyes were instantly drawn to the mark on Xia Siyu's neck.
This spot, right under her collarbone, is rather discreet. The mark isn't big, about the size of a man's thumb pad. It's not like you can say it's from cupping therapy.
Bo Yan is usually very cautious when playing with her, but yesterday they were covered in flour, which obscured his view, and when kissing, he— might have been a bit uninhibited.
He's not really nervous; if they were exposed just like this, it doesn't seem like something too hard to accept.
Xia Siyu beside him was calm as anything, casually tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and nonchalantly answered, "Mosquito bite."
As soon as she said it, the whole place burst into laughter!
