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Chapter 868: 859: Date (3)

Chapter 868: Chapter 859: Date (3)

Xia Siyu was startled and immediately turned her head. The person approaching was dressed in all black: a down jacket, a woolen hat, a mask, and a pair of black-framed glasses—outfitted almost like a miniature stealth suit, something you wouldn’t recognize even if thrown into a crowd.

But she recognized him instantly. Wasn’t that Bo Yan?

Wait, how did he find her among all these people? Xia Siyu looked around; there were others dressed similarly to her, with not much difference in height or build. She blended into the crowd, and even if he had arrived when he sent the message, how did he spot her so quickly?

“Did you see me when you sent that message on purpose?”

She had planned to play hide and seek with him, but it turned out she was the one being played. Xia Siyu felt annoyed and instinctively kicked out at him.

Bo Yan was kicked in the shin. It didn’t really hurt, but the sudden attack still startled him for a moment. Rubbing his shin, he said, “Was there a need to search? Just look around the snack stands, and I’m sure to find you. Within a few hundred meters around here, this is the only place selling food. A sure bet.”

Xia Siyu felt her pride pinched and was still not pleased: “What snacks? I’m standing out here because I was afraid you couldn’t find me in the crowd.” Then another thought struck her: “What’s wrong with me liking late-night snacks? It’s not like I’m eating your rice. You’re just upset that I’ve gained weight, always urging me to diet.”

Half a month ago, when Bo Yan saw her, Xia Siyu had indeed lost weight. But now, she was eating more in one meal than the male actors in the crew, and she even had extra servings at night. Although filming was hard work, she had indeed started to look quite robust. Wei Jingjing was now worried and wanted Xia Siyu to control her diet, not allowing her to have late-night snacks anymore.

Speaking of late-night snacks, Xia Siyu’s stomach growled. She had only eaten a little bit in the evening, intending to have a good meal with Bo Yan later. To think he would still be skeptical!

Bo Yan was torn between laughter and helplessness. He hadn’t said anything; it was all her own doing.

“Do you usually have late-night snacks?”

Xia Siyu felt targeted and turned her head away, starting to whine, “I work on set until the wee hours every day, climbing up and down buildings, more tiring than moving bricks. What’s wrong with having some late-night snacks? Besides, am I fat? Where have I put on weight?—If you dare say I’m fat, you’re dead! And for tonight’s dinner, I only had one boiled egg and a piece of baby bok choy, not even allowing myself any meat, and you still complain!”

What a show she was putting on.

Bo Yan immediately conceded: “Okay, okay. So, do you want a candied hawthorn stick?”

“No!” A gentleman does not partake in food offered in pity!

“Then let’s go find a restaurant later. What would you like? Hot pot? Kebabs? It’s quite cold, and hot pot would be good. I’ve heard there’s an authentic Nine Grid hot pot place here, with fresh goose intestines flown in. Or we could do kebabs with cumin-sprinkled lamb, which I know is your favorite.”

Xia Siyu’s mouth watered at his words, but after swallowing, she shook her head as if it were a rattle drum: “No! I’m determined not to eat tonight!”

A gust of cold wind swept by, and it was still a bit chilly. Although Xia Siyu’s red coat looked good today, it was not very resistant to the cold. Usually, it was fine, but when the wind blew, she felt it sneaking through the crevices. She really was miserable—cold and hungry, and to top it all off, disliked by Bo Yan.

Eh, wait a second, she had turned her head away for five minutes, but where was Bo Yan?

As she turned back, a warm object gently pressed against her cheek.