Just as the two were about to get close, the lights above flickered, and the world quickly regained its brightness.
These days, power supply shortages are rare. As long as it's not rationing, any malfunction is usually quickly fixed.
Xia Siyu's ankle was still being held by Bo Yan's hand. He gently released it and helped her tidy her hair—when the power went out earlier, the air conditioning also stopped, and sweat had caused her hair to cling to her face, exuding a unique allure.
He chuckled and said, "…This issue should be considered at length in the future."
Although it was quite thrilling, he didn't have the habit of performing in front of the camera crew. A few words were fine, but if things got real and accidentally captured, it would transcend entertainment news and become societal news.
Just as he was about to get up, Xia Siyu's toes were still hooked on his pants. Bo Yan looked down, and she winked at him with an expression clearly asking: Shall we continue?
