She's only twenty-seven! Although she doesn't fear getting older or the passage of time, twenty-seven is still twenty-seven. As for what comes after thirty, we'll deal with that later.
Bo Yan smiled helplessly, "Alright, little Xia Siyu who's two and a half, it's time for your bath. Be good, take your clothes off."
"No way, no way..."
"Come on, come on."
Soon, the sounds gradually faded into the splashing of water, becoming indistinguishable.
**
The next morning, Xia Siyu was openly late, with no one bothering her or urging her. She and Bo Yan slept until almost noon before getting up, and then she even took him to the airport. His director friend and a few others were there, but since Bo Yan could bring them to resolve things, it meant he absolutely trusted them, so she wasn't shy about greeting them openly and even took their theater scripts to look over.
