Hurried footsteps came from outside, startling them both. As they tussled, Bo Yan fell on top of Xia Siyu.
However, as the footsteps at the door drew closer, Xia Siyu, pinned underneath him with a face full of terror, felt like dying. She quickly grabbed the pillowcase to cover her face, "There's no escaping now, but at least I can cover my face and save some embarrassment!"
"Who is it?"
If it turned out to be some paparazzi or entertainment journalist and they saw her and him in this state, she'd never be able to explain it away, even with a hundred mouths! Or if someone from the crew came by, she'd be doomed. Especially since she had just accidentally liked a photo of his abs...
The door was "swooshed" open, and a Caucasian stewardess stood at the doorway, asking in English, "Do you need anything?"
It was a stewardess, and moreover, one who didn't recognize either of them, allowing Xia Siyu to breathe a sigh of relief.