Yes, she was doing it on purpose. It was already one-thirty, and he had a flight at five in the morning, which meant he had to leave by three. Both he and Xia Siyu had been resting for two or three days, and neither could afford to play anymore. It was precious sleep time coming up, and even an hour would be good. They needed to catch some sleep, or they wouldn't be in the right state for filming later.
This scoundrel knew full well he couldn't have her now and could only continue to crave, but she still deliberately tantalized him.
If Han Yifan called Bo Yan a briquette, then Xia Siyu was a little imp.
But what could he do? She was his wife, who else could he help if not her?
Bo Yan sighed, squeezed some moisturizer from the container, and asked, "Where should I apply it?"
Xia Siyu blinked her eyes and said playfully, "I haven't applied any on the front. You take a look and decide."
