The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

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Just when Xia Siyu was one meter away from him, Bo Yan made eye contact with her.

Normally during rehearsals, actors wouldn’t wear their costumes. Xia Siyu was dressed in a plain long dress. Having woken up late, her hair wasn’t much styled either, just hanging down in a simple vvay, straight and black. Bo Yan, on the other hand, wore a T-shirt with casual pants, looking fresh and clean, like a young man.

Their eyes met, and for that instant, it was as if time had reversed, taking them back to the past.

The music stopped right at that moment. And the dance moves came to a halt as well.

But their gazes still lingered on each other. There was joy, regret, pain—so many emotions intertwined, making their expressions instantly complex. Especially considering all that lay between them now; even someone as forthright as Xia Siyu couldn’t help but feel her mood darken suddenly.

In the quiet practice room, the two of them were silent.

So quiet that they could almost hear each other’s breathing.

Until Wang Ju clapped his hands, “Good, very good.” fre𝚎w𝐞bn𝗼v𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝗼𝚖

Only then did their gazes part; Bo Yan looked at his guitar, and Xia Siyu looked at Wang Ju. Wang Ju stepped closer, still smiling, “I didn’t expect Siyu’s expressive capabilities to be quite good.”

Xia Siyu lifted her chin in a second, naturally.

“But that look you gave just now was wrong. That look suits the later part, after the female lead discovers the male lead’s infidelity—you should use that look then. But at the beginning, I want you to be more seductive, wilder, like a vine wrapping around this man. And your Rumba needs to be more affected.

Don’t be afraid, be as bold as possible, don’t worry about your performance, just act it out.”

Xia Siyu nodded.

Wang Ju continued, “Bo Yan, that gaze of yours—I want it to be more desirous, murkier at the beginning. Ditch the clean young man vibe, remember the male lead is quite decadent at that time, and that’s the state you should be in.”

Bo Yan agreed as well.

“Then, let’s do makeup.”

The stylist had long designed makeup, costumes, and hair accessories for both of them. It was relatively easier for Bo Yan since, being a male celebrity, getting ready wasn’t as complex as for women. Since the male lead was a rich young master who became decadent and had fallen from grace, he naturally wouldn’t have money. But even without money, his innate pride and taste wouldn’t fade. So, the stylist designed a simple get-up for him: a white shirt with jeans, the shirt half-tucked in, half out. His shirt buttons were unfastened down to the chest, revealing a small section of his well-toned muscles.

His hairstyle was blown upwards, and his face wasn’t heavily made-up, just lightly covered in a foundation so faint it was imperceptible.

He finished with makeup first, and Wang Ju brought him to the set to start breaking down his movements for what was to come.

This segment of shooting didn’t require dialogue, relying purely on the two people’s gazes and movements.

Although in this part of the scene, he merely had to lie at the head of the bed while Xia Siyu had to dance, twist, sit up, and take the initiative, the focus was actually on him. He was like a person flying a kite, firmly holding onto the string, guiding it.

Bo Yan listened intently, both of them unaware that the door to the makeup room had already opened.

When Bo Yan turned his head, what he saw was Xia Siyu, already dressed up and transformed into the bar owner..