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After Bo Yan entered the house, the first thing he laid eyes on was a pair of high heels, haphazardly kicking around and askew.
When he walked in, he was carrying a bag; upon seeing her high heels, he slightly furrowed his brows, set the bag on the entryway cabinet. He bent down intending to neatly arrange the high heels, but as his fingers touched them, he withdrew his hand.
The living room was still dark, illuminated only by the light seeping from the adjacent bedroom.
Before he could speak up, a head peeked out from that bedroom—it was Xia Siyu, who appeared to have just taken a bath, wearing a bathrobe, with a dry hair cap and a face mask on.
Upon seeing him return home, Xia Siyu quickly lost interest and withdrew her head back into the room; soon after, he heard the sound of a hair dryer—it seemed she was drying her hair.