When he arrived at Xia Siyu's door, he stood still for a while, his expression calm to a little indifferent. The bedroom was unusually quiet, and it didn't look like it was occupied. If he hadn't seen her snaking through the crack in the door with her clothes thrown all over the floor, he would have wondered if this guy would have come back tonight.

Wait, the clothes that have been lost on the floor? Even through the crack in the door, he saw her BRA and lei silk printed pants, pitifully hanging at the foot of the bed.

And her person, but not in the bedroom.

If you just change your pajamas, you don't need to take them off so thoroughly, even the BRA and di-pants are gone.

Bo Yan frowned slightly, and gently pushed open the door with one hand. The lights were bright in the room, and it was true that the room was messy and the clothes were thrown all over the floor, but the people were not in the bedroom. He stood in the doorway and looked left and right around the room. The living room, dining room, and balcony of this house are opened into a large room, in addition to this bedroom, there is his study, audio-visual lounge, and guest room.

No matter how you look at it, the other rooms don't look like people. He thought for a moment, took a step through the door, and looked at the half-hidden bathroom next to him.

There seemed to be lights in the bathroom, and there was a faint sound of water.

Before Bo Yan opened the bathroom door, there really wasn't any dirty thoughts.

He drank a little wine, and there was a slight flutter in his head. In his slightly confused mind, he thought of an actor's depression that he had just mentioned at the dinner.

The position of actor, although it seems to be infinitely beautiful, is also on the cusp. If you are not careful, you will be magnified in various details, and people from all walks of life will come in to criticize and write. Even Bo Yan, who was born in a family, is a university lecturer, and can't make any mistakes in his academic character and acting skills, there are also sunspots, but it's just a matter of how much. After all, he is not RMB, and it is impossible for everyone to like it.

Some people are strong in resistance to pressure and feel that it doesn't matter. Some people are a little fragile, they are suspicious of their careers (professional blacks), and they are suspicious of their families, and they may have depression, and it is not uncommon for them to even look for short-sightedness.

Xia Siyu has been scolded all year round, although it seems that she has cultivated the incorruptible body of King Kong, she is still a girl in her twenties. A little bit of her meager relevance, the foul language below can't bear to look at directly, as if the world's greatest malice is concentrated there.

Especially, this time Xia Siyu was scolded on a large scale, or because of himself.

In case of......

As soon as the door opened, the bathroom was steaming with mist. In the dense water vapor, Bo Yan really saw Xia Siyu lying in the bathtub, one of her white and slender arms poked out of the bathtub, her head resting on her arm, leaning against the edge of the bathtub.

The appearance of the whole person is like a world-famous painting "The Death of Marat".

Bo Yan's heart shook slightly, and he took a few steps quickly, stretched out his hand, and gently poked under the tip of her nose.

Luckily, there was breathing.

And the breathing is steady, the demeanor is relaxed, the water in the bathtub is very clear, there is no trace of blood or medicine.

So this guy slept in a bath, right?

Reaching into the water, the water temperature was a little low, and it was estimated that she had been soaking for a long time. But when he probed into the water, Bo Yan accidentally saw a touch of spring under the water......

Looking away, the shift of her eyes landed on her face, which was close at hand.