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Chapter 869: 860: Date (4)

Chapter 869: Chapter 860: Date (4)

As she turned around, she felt something warm touch her cheek, followed by Bo Yan’s smiling face: “If you don’t want to eat, how about a drink? It’s too cold, let’s have something to warm up.”

Xia Siyu was startled for a moment and realized that the thing pressed against her cheek was a steaming cup of milk tea. Xia Siyu was startled again and didn’t take it, as she was still angry: “Didn’t you say this thing is high-calorie?”

Of course, Bo Yan knew that too. Generally, he wouldn’t buy this kind of street-side milk tea, which is full of artificial flavors and colors, and not good for health. But it’s really too cold and she was hungry, so a little bit to warm up wouldn’t hurt for now.

He chuckled, “Didn’t you say that you only had boiled eggs and a small bok choy for dinner? Drinking a bit of milk tea occasionally is fine, just don’t overdo it. The same goes for midnight snacks. I know you get hungry working late, but having midnight snacks is an unhealthy eating habit, it would be great if you could change that.”

Xia Siyu hummed displeasedly, “I wouldn’t even look at this kind of junk food on normal days!”

Bo Yan just uttered, “Oh, so I’ll throw it out then.”

That said, her body was more honest; she snatched the milk tea from Bo Yan’s hand: “Just talk about throwing it out, these wasteful things, even if brought home, you wouldn’t know what they were good for. It’s such a waste!”

Then, she aggressively poked the thick straw into the drink with the vigor of stabbing someone with a dagger and harshly sucked a big gulp.

Hmm, indeed, the warm thing that entered her stomach seemed to relax her pores as well. Artists often have to wear less due to work, walking on the red carpet in the depths of winter with just a single layer. However, that does not mean artists are not afraid of the cold.

Xia Siyu used to be tough too, wearing very little even in deep winter, but ever since she jumped into water several times during a winter shoot, she has become more sensitive to cold.

Bo Yan was quite considerate with his choice; the milk tea was flavored with brown sugar and ginger, where a slight spiciness from the ginger perfectly offset the greasiness of the milk tea. However, Bo Yan did not let her drink too much of it. With more than half of it left, he started to urge, “Drink less.”

Xia Siyu naturally refused, “Look at your stingy face, it’s just a cup of milk tea. Can’t you buy your own? Besides, I’ve already drunk it, I’ve already gotten fatter, what’s the use of snatching it from me now?”

Bo Yan was speechless again, “I’m not worried about you getting fat, nor am I worried about you eating.”

Street food occasionally is not a problem, and it sort of exercises the stomach. He simply mentioned, “Drinking too much could make it difficult to find a restroom later.”

This isn’t some upscale hotel, with so many people around and moreover, the malls close during late night, there are often long queues at restrooms.

Xia Siyu didn’t drink anymore, but she chewed and consumed all the tapioca pearls from the bubble tea, leaving him with more than half a cup of liquid.

Bo Yan had already gotten used to eating her leftovers, he took the cup and sipped slowly. Meanwhile, he bought her a skewer of candied haw — with strawberries.

As long as there was something to eat, Xia Siyu wouldn’t fuss about it and focused on enjoying the candied haw. After Bo Yan finished the milk tea and threw away the cup, just as he returned, suddenly there was a candied haw by his mouth, given by Xia Siyu, who left the last piece for him: “It’s quite sweet.”

Bo Yan took a bite, “A bit sour.”

“Sour?” Xia Siyu was startled, then Bo Yan leaned closer, sealed her lips directly, and passed the sugared haw in this manner.