Xia Siyu was startled. Her first reaction was to quickly turn off the video, and her second reaction was to look back—and sure enough, it was Bo Yan. He had taken off his shirt and stepped out wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his lower body. Not only were his chest muscles and eight-pack abs on full display, but the towel was the short kind, barely covering the tops of his thighs, revealing the long, sleek lines of his legs.
Bo Yan's face was expressionless, as if he hadn't even glanced in her direction. He stepped out in slippers, drifted toward the water dispenser, and poured himself a glass of water.
But oddly enough, he didn't leave right away. Instead, he stood there holding the glass, seemingly about to take a sip, but also appearing lost in thought.
