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But Bo Yan had come prepared.

He parked the car in the underground garage and then turned to her, “Wait a moment.”

Xia Siyu nodded, and Bo Yan got out of the car first, opened the trunk, and then took out several large bags.

Only then did Xia Siyu realize that Bo Yan had prepared a trench coat in the trunk. The coat was black, long, and could perfectly cover her cocktail dress. There were also a pair of shoes, black sneakers that were exactly her size. He also brought a black baseball cap for her, along with black-framed glasses and a black mask, he even thought of a hair tie. Xia Siyu put on the clothes, fastened the belt, and casually tied her hair up, looking ready to go. Bo Yan, on his part, was also prepared; he wore a grey casual outfit that was loose and hooded. He too pulled the hood over his head. Plain glasses and a mask were also essential, and the clothes, shoes, hood, and glasses indeed concealed her makeup and elegant attire.

After changing, indeed no one could recognize his appearance.

But Xia Siyu still had to put on shoes. She bent down to pick them up. This wasn’t her usual nanny car with ample space, so it was somewhat difficult for her to bend over.

Bo Yan had already changed into the full protective gear on the other side and, seeing her struggling, was a bit speechless: “Let me do it.”

Xia Siyu paused for a moment, but didn’t object.

Some celebrities indeed require assistance even to put on shoes. Xia Siyu, although she often relied on Wei Jingjing’s help, didn’t have any issues taking care of herself in daily life, having grown up abroad after all. But occasionally, when pressed for time, she would ask Wei Jingjing for help.

However, Bo Yan, even during the time they were dating, had never done such a thing, so she was somewhat surprised.

It’s known that a man, or rather a male animal, would do anything for the right to mate. How come he had been so cold during their past relationship?

How cheap!

Yet even cheaper moments were to come. Bo Yan held her foot gently and removed her high heels. Some say that a beauty shouldn’t only be judged by the face but by the overall appearance. He felt that if she was a beauty, her feet must also be very attractive.

Xia Siyu had well-proportioned bones and was naturally pale-skinned. Apart from having a body that gained weight easily, the parts that should be slim were delicate, and those that should be plump were ample. Her feet weren’t too small nor big, a standard size 37, held in the palm they felt as if made of water, slippery, soft, white, and tender.

Bo Yan studied literature in college and had read quite a few books. In some ancient literary works, the male protagonists were foot fetishists. He used to scoff at it; feet are smelly and dirty, what’s there to be obsessed about?

But when he actually held Xia Siyu’s foot, he suddenly felt an urge to suckle on those cute toes.