Xia Siyu had just been strutting around confidently in her little boots. As soon as she heard these words, she immediately pulled down her sunglasses and turned her head to look: "What was that?"
Bo Yan stepped forward with a smile, looking just like the "domestic husband" she imagined yesterday, sending off his wife to work with "grace": "Work hard, take care of yourself."
Before Bo Yan could finish a word, Xia Siyu nodded.
"And also..."
She lifted her head, tilting it slightly to listen. Because she had carefully applied eyeliner, her slightly upturned eyes appeared particularly enchanting at this angle, yet her gaze remained pure. This contrast of innocence and allure offered a unique beauty. Furthermore, to those who knew her well, this contrast not only brought beauty but also seemed like a reflection of her own outward appearance and inner self: amidst the ways of the world, she was no longer a blank slate, yet still longed for purity.
