He tried on so many outfits today, all for this tie clip. How could he let this crucial accessory miss out on such an important occasion?
Xia Siyu indeed hadn't slept enough. She just helped him with his tie, but her mind was still dazed. However, with Bo Yan's repeated requests, her impatience kicked in instantly.
"Don't you have hands?" She was already being very restrained; she'd probably have started yelling if it were anyone else.
Bo Yan wasn't flustered at all. He smiled as he approached her and kissed her cheek: "You have a good eye."
Xia Siyu was indeed confused, and a bit speechless. She wasn't feeling flustered with accelerated heartbeat or breath because of Bo Yan's sudden approach, nor completely indifferent as if it was the left hand touching the right. She was just—really not slept enough, feeling a bit irritable.
Normally, although Bo Yan was gentle, he always behaved like a senior, guiding her along. He rarely "asked" her for help, especially in such a tone.
