The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

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Xia Siyu was known for her beauty; everyone knew that.

Xia Siyu also had an overpowering presence. When she walked the red carpet, she often wore heavy makeup, using an aggressive radiance to dominate the cameras.

But what even Bo Yan didn’t know was—she was incredibly charming.

Her long hair cascaded down, the tips curled into large waves. With eyeliner on, the corners of her eyes were lifted. Her originally round, almond- shaped eyes, combined with the upturned outer corners and a slightly darker lip color, brought out a fox-like enchantment on her face.

Beyond that, there were no other decorations on her face, and her body was simply clad in a black dress with a pair of black high heels.

Wang Ju t s understanding of sensuality was that it was neither ostentatious nor vulgar. It didn’t require heavy makeup or revealing tops. The dress she wore was a simple crew neck, and its hem obviously longer than the average hot pants, enveloping her body completely without any lace or frills. 𝘧𝘳𝓮𝓮𝓌𝘦𝓫𝓷𝘰𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝓬ℴ𝘮

Yet, it was irresistibly enticing.

She walked over in her high heels, her posture both graceful and direct. The form-fitting dress showcased the curves of her body in full glory. Her face bore little smile, her chin tilted slightly upwards in pride, not seeking to please others, yet it added an elevated beauty to her persona.

Just looking at her face, just observing her naturally seductive yet unvulgar expression, the vibrant charm of a woman was almost bursting through the screen.

When she approached, the entire set fell silent. Even Wang Ju was transfixed for a moment, then he chuckled, “The character is spot on.”

Bo Yan slowly turned around, his Adam’s apple involuntarily rolling.

Xia Siyu also saw Bo Yan turn his back to her, thinking he disliked her appearance.

Pfft, I don’t care for your attention anyway.

Before the two actors began shooting officially, they had to rehearse many times. And especially for scenes like these, although they may appear sizzling to the viewers in the cinema, in reality, they were surrounded by a large crowd on set—director, cinematographer, producer, lighting, stagehands all present —leaving the male and female leads to genuinely perform in solitude.

The Rumba and the guitar scenes no longer needed rehearsal; it was the scene involving her stepping onto the bed’s headboard, sitting on his lap, drawing close for a kiss, then rolling around that they had to go through.

The two stood facing each other, pulling and tugging as directed. It had to be beautiful, desirous, yet also pass censorship standards—determining to what extent the kiss looked good and how their bodies should entangle and coordinate.

After the clapboard sounded, filming officially began.

The camera first panned from the loud music of the dance floor outside, entering through the door, to a record player spinning. Then a slender hand with dark nail polish glided into the frame, followed by a graceful silhouette, the swaying Rumba, a woman lazily walking towards the bed. At the foot of the bed, only a man’s long legs were visible; moving up were the woman’s long curls and the man’s belt buckle and shirt.

Then, the camera angle switched, showing the side profile of Xia Siyu and Bo Yan’s frontal face—hers seductive, his disheveled—followed by her sitting up, her little finger hooking his tie, pulling him closer. The male lead wanted to kiss, but she playfully laughed and evaded. Then a reversal, their positions changed, drawing closer once again.

The moment their lips touched, Bo Yan thought, thankfully he wore jeans that weren’t too conspicuous. At that very instant when she hooked her finger, it was as if all his blood boiled.

However, he didn’t expect that his blood would keep boiling for four hours..