Xia Siyu nodded. Perhaps she had figured it out, she exhaled longly and extended her arm to him: "I want you to hold me while I sleep."
This guy, when he's domineering, he's really domineering, but when he acts spoiled, he's undeniably soft and cute.
Bo Yan helplessly handed her an arm: "You can hold it yourself."
She really took his arm as the doll her mother gave her as a child, hugging it, and by the next second Bo Yan wanted to change position, she was already peacefully asleep.
This guy, Bo Yan felt both amused and helpless. He still didn't know who Xia Siyu really wanted to write about, thinking she actually wanted to write about herself. There's nothing wrong with writing about herself; many celebrities write autobiographies, and if she wants to, let her write, although he wasn't sure what she would come up with.
