"I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
Xia Siyu walked to the bathroom, and Bo Yan followed her, both of them squeezed the toothpaste onto their brushes in the same rhythm, with matching movements.
Bo Yan watched in the mirror, the person with half-closed eyes, a picture of languid ease.
This person was just like a cat; when she was comfortable, you could stroke her fur, and she would purr contentedly. If she was unhappy though, and you still petted her, she would flash her claws at you. But most of the time, she was lazy and drowsy, yet when she acted sweetly, it made you forget all her faults.
However, Xia Siyu was not just a pet; when she was working, she truly shone brilliantly, captivating to watch.
Once they finished washing up, Bo Yan gently draped his arm over her shoulder, "Wife, it's late, let's rest now."
"I've just eaten, why would I sleep?"
Xia Siyu pushed him away mercilessly and then took out her own script, "I need to go back to filming tomorrow afternoon."
