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Could it be? She had just logged in with her main account. How could Bo Yan outside know about it?

Weibo allows users to set their account to invisible, so she hurriedly dashed to the settings at the speed of an 800-meter sprinter and set herself to invisible. Then she sneakily searched for Bo Yan, and found he wasn’t online.

Xia Siyu breathed a sigh of relief. That’s what she thought. After appearing on the variety show, apart from Zhou Weiwei, she had only mutually followed Wang Zisu and Hu Juyue. She hadn’t even followed Bo Yan, so how could he know she was online? It must have been her overthinking just now.

Even though she was on her main account, she didn’t dare contact Shengxia Yanyu about anything. Weibo wasn’t what it used to be; every move a celebrity made there was highly scrutinized. Sometimes celebrities themselves would get involved in the gossip. She knew of a female celebrity who accidentally liked a post about another popular singer’s love life, which led to rumors of a feud between them.

The female celebrity was an acquaintance from her former agency. She really didn’t know the singer and had no issues with him. But from there on, they became enemies. If a show or gala invited both of them, it would be a case of “if she’s in, I’m out,” forcing them to choose one over the other.

But without contacting him, it was Shengxia Yanyu who took the initiative to reach out to her. Her private messages were set so that only people she followed could send her messages, and Shengxia Yanyu was one of them, “Was that minor account really you?”

Xia Siyu hummed in affirmation. This loyal fan had been following her for so long. Although she didn’t care for his money, she truly appreciated his sincere support, even if she didn’t show it outwardly.

There was a long pause on Shengxia Yanyu’s end, as if digesting this information. After a moment, he replied again, “You don’t like Fable CP?”

Xia Siyu hummed again.

Shengxia Yanyu asked again, “Is it because you dislike the CP hype, the blood-sucking, the trampling, or is it because you dislike—Bo Yan?”

If it had been anyone else asking, Xia Siyu probably wouldn’t have answered, but since it was her longtime loyal fan, who had always been low-profile, she nodded, “All of it.”

After she responded, there was no reply from Shengxia Yanyu for a long time; he probably went to rest.

Feeling bored anyway, she went ahead and searched Bo Yan’s Weibo.

Bo Yan’s account was clearly created only after he entered the entertainment industry three years ago. His last Weibo post was still from Sicily, the selfie he took last night showing off his abs. The reposts were already close to a million, with likes in the millions as well.

She randomly opened the comments, where everyone was howling, “Husband, you can’t show this to anyone else,” “Husband, you only come home to show me at night.” Xia Siyu scoffed. It wasn’t that she was jealous or anything; she just genuinely felt it was too exaggerated. Isn’t it just a pair of chest muscles and eight-pack abs? He swagged around her every day and she didn’t think it was all that special…

Wait a second, looking at his photo, she remembered how he had taken off his bathrobe earlier, revealing his lean and muscular body, wearing nothing but shorts. That morning when she had been in his arms, his muscles were firm but not overly bulky, strong without losing softness. Especially, the shorts-wrapped part was quite…bulging.