It wasn't until sparse footsteps and Xie Cheng's voice were heard outside that she was released. Yuran, completely devoid of strength, nestled in his embrace, gasping, "You're done for. You're going to be seen with an eighteenth-tier tiny star."
Bo Yan chuckled, lifted her up horizontally, and walked straight to the rest room.
Yuran inwardly marveled at his audacity, thinking that being high-profile really was something splendid.
Look at his rest room—it even had a room specially for resting. It was outrageously extravagant.
"Are you cursing me in your heart again?"
Bo Yan set her on the bed and asked with a half-smile.
Yuran rolled over twice, pulled over the blanket, and wrapped herself up, "Not at all. Hurry and attend to your business; I'll find a chance to sneak out in a bit."
"You could very well sleep here for a while."
"How could I? I still need to get makeup done later. It'll take over two hours. I've got a bit more to do tonight; I can't slack off."
