The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

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Bo Yan kept filming until four in the afternoon.

What Bo Yan was filming was a movie, and movies are different from TV dramas—every shot, every detail, requires repeated camera moves and polishing, shooting countless times before it’s finally decided. Even though it was just a simple task of reshooting a few scenes, it still required repeated takes.

While Bo Yan was filming, Xia Siyu sat to the side. She sat behind the crew, had a staff set up a lounge chair for her, erected a parasol, placed a small table, and even put a coconut on it. The whole person lay back comfortably in the lounge chair, legs casually draped, just sitting there waiting for them to finish shooting, ready to seamlessly take her turn.

People in the crew coming and going glanced her way with a somewhat playful look in their eyes. But Xia Siyu didn’t care at all and continued to enjoy her coconut. As long as she wasn’t holding up their filming, that was fine, right?

Right after Bo Yan uttered the phrase “bullying others with power,” he no longer paid her any attention and turned to walk into the courtyard. Wei Jingjing managed to persuade her to stay, thankfully preventing any major issues. But Xia Siyu still fought for her right to watch from the sidelines.

Bo Yan was acting in a China drama. Although Xia Siyu hadn’t read the script, she felt that Bo Yan must be playing a scholarly martial artist. There were lengthy dramatic scenes, complicated and intricate. But Bo Yan delivered these extensive dialogues effortlessly from beginning to end; his pace was neither too fast nor too slow, steady and assured.

Bo Yan had once been a university lecturer, a PhD graduate in literature and arts—his cultural foundation and dialogue level were beyond doubt. And, having come from the Bo Family, a family that feared their child might encounter violent incidents, he had been learning martial arts since a young age. His posture and strength were already there, making his fight scenes beautiful.

Xia Siyu started off leisurely watching the action, but as time progressed, she went from lying down to sitting up. Her gaze shifted from initially mocking to boredom, and then to seriousness.

She was watching the play, watching Bo Yan act.

Xia Siyu might have many scandals and a fiery temper, but she was also an actor, a professional one.

The scene that was being shot involved someone challenging the protagonist; Bo Yan sat by the window, leisurely practicing calligraphy while simultaneously sparring with his opponent. She had acted in similar scenes herself, yet Bo Yan’s performance was, how should we say it… f𝗿𝐞ewebno𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝐨m

He wasn’t the kind of explosive actor who relied on exaggerated expressions, movements, or tones to convey emotions. His expressions were restrained, his movements relaxed and casual, yet a single glance or gesture would suddenly transmit the character’s emotions.

After this scene ended, the next one began. He had repelled his challenger and was still in a state of tension. But the next moment, he lowered his head and saw a bamboo dragonfly on the table, his fingers gently brushing over it as his gaze suddenly became complex.

Merely with that look, it was very clear that behind this bamboo dragonfly, there might be a story from the past.

Ultimately, he looked towards her.

Xia Siyu didn’t know if it was because the camera just happened to be positioned between them, or if he was looking for angles against the light board.

But at that moment in the real world, he was indeed looking straight at her.

He looked at her, his eyelashes slightly lifted, and from his amber pupils, a cascade of emotions flowed.

Melancholic, nostalgic, expectant, regretful.

In that instant, it was unclear whether he was seeing the female lead in the drama, or looking at her.