The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

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Bo Yan’s fingers were slender and well-defined, with a bit of coolness at the tips. Perhaps to help her brush off the dirt, he applied a slight force with his fingertips as he swept over it.

Xia Siyu visibly noticed that as he patted her, her chest also bounced slightly.

It was like a breeze caressing willows, ruffling the surface of a spring pond.

The key point was that after he gently patted her, he also pulled out a tissue from beside and stuffed it into her hand. Then, he respectfully lowered his gaze and softly said, “Sorry.”

Before he apologized, Xia Siyu was indeed a bit explosive. No one had ever dared to be so presumptuous before—the last presumptuous one was also him, but back then, they were still in a relationship.

Their relationship wasn’t like that now; although living together, they both found each other disagreeable.

Yet, with Bo Yan’s seemingly sincere apology, all the anger she had seemed to be extinguished, stifled in her chest and uncomfortable for quite some time.

If you argue with him, his clear apology would make you seem unreasonable. If you don’t argue with him, he clearly took advantage, and you’re left feeling uncomfortable.

But Xia Siyu was still angry. Just as she was about to raise her hand, she realized she was holding the chicken wings he had bought. Forget it; indebtedness silences criticism—she’d say one less harsh word today.

She angrily turned her head to bite into a chicken wing, but after chewing twice, the food was tasteless, akin to chewing wax. Bo Yan couldn’t say much more either, only turning his head to take a sip of alcohol.

For a time, the room was somewhat quiet, with each of them sitting on opposite sides, neither speaking.

After a while, Xia Siyu finished eating the chicken wings, and Bo Yan put down the beer. She immediately became alert: 𝗳r𝚎e𝘄𝐞b𝚗𝗼ve𝚕.co𝗺

Although this big jerk usually acted all prim and proper, now, alone as a man and woman, who knew if he might suddenly lose control? She had just eaten a bowl of cumin lamb and ten chicken wings, and he had already taken advantage of her. How unfair!

Xia Siyu said nothing outwardly, but her gaze remained vigilant. Like feeding a stray dog she was unfamiliar with, eating was necessary, but if you tried to pet it, she would show her teeth.

Bo Yan did have something to say, and he asked directly, “There’s a little over a month left until my grandfather’s eightieth birthday.”

Her father, Xia Youbiao, had called him at the start of filming. Back then, the birthday was a long way off, and he had not mentioned it.

But now, with just over a month to spare, after finishing the movie and attending the reality show, he estimated that he would travel abroad immediately the following day. By the time he returned to the country, it would be his grandfather’s birthday.

Ordinarily, he and Xia Siyu lived their separate lives, but for such significant family events, it was an unspoken agreement between them not to miss them.

Xia Siyu was startled for a moment, her first reaction was to frown.

She knew what attending a family gathering would entail—their two families… it was better left unmentioned.

However, not attending such an occasion wasn’t an option, so she nodded,

“Alright, when is it?”

“It’s the middle of next month.’

Xia Siyu nodded; she showed no signs of reluctance. Bo Yan also did not tell her about the call he had received from Xia Youbiao; the father-daughter relationship was always delicate, and he preferred not to express an opinion.

Perhaps talking about family had led them back to silence. After some quiet time, Bo Yan stood up, “I’ll go back…”

Before he could finish saying “back,” there was suddenly a knock on the door. Then Director Wang Ju, the scriptwriter, and—Shang Feifei’s voice: “Is Siyu there, there’s a change to tomorrow’s scene,”

The problem was, Bo Yan was still in her house!